Follower

Let's get lost and sell our souls    
for gold.We rebel, not knowing    
what we're told.I'm a man who    
strives to be unknown.I just    
want to leave and go back    
home.Lose it all as I walk    
away, though wishing I could    
change the day.Don't be a    
follower, don't follow her.Where    
she goes, know one knows.You    
should slow down, you could find    
yourself.I lost track and    
thought I knew the way.But I    
strayed further and further every    
day.Take the risk and walk the    
plank.Are you afraid, afraid of change.