The blood of a scorpion

I was born in November

And charactorized as a scorpio member

For a long time i felt oh so lost

Having no freedom, that was the cost

Some people play sports, they dance or sing

Some like to draw or do reckless things

But something you should know;

Is Im not one of those

I grew up in a prison

With my dad as the warden

Locked high in my tower

To drown in my sorrow

I didnt play sports or dance or sing

I didnt get to draw or do reckless things

A robot, i stayed compliant

A mime, i stayed silent

But something was growing in me that i couldnt explain

I thought for sure i would go insane

I had nothing to call just my own

Separted from the other kids all alone

I needed something that touched my heart

Something big, and important; a peice of art

I wrote these feelings that were bottled up inside

But when i read them back it made people cry

Suddenly i didnt want to play sports, dance, or sing

I didnt want to draw or do reckless things

Because those things, they only touch the surface

I wanted to go deeper and find a purpose

Words: they touch your heart and make you feel

All kinds of things i didnt know were real

I could connect with people all around me

And maybe even make someone else happy

I could entertain, encourage and even inspire

someone to take things just a bit higher

What i was looking for all along was passion

Because in my veins runs the blood of a scorpion