He had planned on growing up to be somebody
Somebody with a much, much better grasp on things
Yeah, he was going to be a mover, a shaker
At the very least a creator
Lost his way and never was able to get back on track
Too much pride to stop and ask for directions
But when you're just going downhill you really don't
Need a map
When anyone asked if he needed help
He told them he could do it all, and he could do it all alone
Thought any extra hands would just get in the way
Or worse, divert his attention from the grindstone
They called him a loner, or a recluse, an individualist at best
When he was thinking of himself as a maverick
While acting like an antisocial misanthrope
Justifying all of his actions with the claim it was his intellect
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