The Waiting Line

As the bird flew by the window, it made me think of the possibility,
where did all it's friends go? And why'd it stop so suddenly?
When it lands on the top wire, where do all it's thoughts go?
Or when it passes by a stop sign, why do all his thoughts slow?
And.. where was this bird flying to in the first place?
Don't you wish you had wings too, so you can escape this worst case?

It's grade 12 now, still living in my birthplace,
but the world is getting closer, I wonder if i'll find 'her' face.
I'm heading out to college soon, I'm excited to graduate..
I live life how I want to, to be honest I'm glad you hate.

Why can't we progress from this state we're stuck in?
Put down your weapons and let me the fuck in,
I'm not here to fight you, I'm just trying to help,
but i'm like your childhood toy, you put me on your shelf.
I was foolish enough to get stuck in your waiting line,
but as hours passed I realized I was wasting time.

There's a world outside of Brampton that we haven't even met yet,
Failure is trying to reign on me but I don't even get wet.
Success is all my options, I try to stay headstrong..
And if you think i'm not going to achieve it then you're dead wrong.