Nothing To Say

Walking through life with blinders on Trying not to get too deep in the wrong With all the peer pressure that they advertise It's a full time chore to hold back my demise Everybody telling me what to do As if everybody knows There's a fork in the road with a million prongs And six little nines that I know are wrong I ain't got I ain't got nothing to say Maybe one, maybe two, maybe three hundred times I've tried really hard to make this rhyme But it's constant help from the people who know Make it tougher than it has to be Every single day I try to get things done I'm either stopped by the cold or burnt by the sun There is no easy way to speak your mind And even harder to get them to hear