Trust Astrology

Hmmm How's the monitors Alright Trust It crumbles like dust When another has decided That they've had enough And it is time to give up As the were never One of us Just seeking for Their spot on the bus While claiming rust As their sole possession And blaming us For their soul's profession Don't even try to claim That we're not here Repeating lessons Because that's all it is to me And that's how I feel When I'm out here being free Am I just like you How can that be When I seen that you Didn't make it through Just another Meeting for you And clearly there's More seeking to do Sometimes I understand that We all have to breathe And feel free And that's something that hurts It hurts all of us But most people don't enjoy the hurt And that's where there's P.A.I.N