I hate being grass the way it looks at the trees You see They grow strong while I get sliced at the seems I got all the tools to grow and as exciting as it seems You see I get told no I cant decipher the means They say snakes in the grass but they blame me They say something infiltrated the space but they hate me The cards I was given to help me see clearer Cause no matter what I do the grass is always greener I cant stop