I am not as strong as you

I can’t stand the routine

I can’t afford my dreams that way

I don’t want to be eight hours a day in some office

I just don’t like to be like everyone else

I prefer to be a crazy one or be called promiscuous

To be seen like a strange bug

I like to be like crap in a paper bag

Just in front of your sight, in a burning paper bag.

I am not as strong as you

I cannot have a credit card, drive a car or get a job

I cannot live all of this life

Without believing in some true love