They

Everything i do is worth nothing at all
Every time i want to do something, i rise only to fall.

They hold me back
They hold me down
Thinking what i want to do is something else around
I hate it all
And i hate them

They need to give me some space
Some air to breath, some room to walk
And leave me with some friends of whom i can actually talk

They fear too much
They think they're right, when its all like saying day is night
One day, maybe they'll realize
How horribly wrong they are
And look around the world
Seeing some goodness inside all.