Figure by Groundbreaking Lyrics
I was born
I was raised
Be the enemy of war
From the core
Starting days
Then the question
Hit the floor
Just what am I fighting for
I'm a cast
I was chased
Cause I wasn't what you thought of me
Now I see
What you're trying to do
Try to make someone out of me
(For me)
I see what you want me to be
Take all the images of me
I was taught
Never thought
And I had never asked why
I would stumble
I was shy
Never thought about my concerns or what I could do
Not a figure
Not a tool
Can't make me into you
Now I know what to do
Never tried to go through the paths that you tell me to
(I won't be you)
I see what you want me to be
(I see what you want me to be)
Take all the images of me
The main
A game
Material, meaningless words for the mouth
Not the name
It's a shame
What a loss to see your glory wasted, tainted
Faded away, impossible to save
Don't need your hints, tips, critics, the fame
The same four things are just apart of your game
Take away fiction
Find the big picture
Get it through your head
Let em do it your way
I see what you want me to be
Take
Take all the images of me
Cause I won't be
I see what you want me to be
Throw away
Take all the images of me
I was raised
Be the enemy of war
From the core
Starting days
Then the question
Hit the floor
Just what am I fighting for
I'm a cast
I was chased
Cause I wasn't what you thought of me
Now I see
What you're trying to do
Try to make someone out of me
(For me)
I see what you want me to be
Take all the images of me
I was taught
Never thought
And I had never asked why
I would stumble
I was shy
Never thought about my concerns or what I could do
Not a figure
Not a tool
Can't make me into you
Now I know what to do
Never tried to go through the paths that you tell me to
(I won't be you)
I see what you want me to be
(I see what you want me to be)
Take all the images of me
The main
A game
Material, meaningless words for the mouth
Not the name
It's a shame
What a loss to see your glory wasted, tainted
Faded away, impossible to save
Don't need your hints, tips, critics, the fame
The same four things are just apart of your game
Take away fiction
Find the big picture
Get it through your head
Let em do it your way
I see what you want me to be
Take
Take all the images of me
Cause I won't be
I see what you want me to be
Throw away
Take all the images of me