...for the actions portrayed, I am not made to be labeled.
It is what we face in this world; whether by our actions or the actions of others. We are not made to be confined by labels.
Labeled
You don’t know me…but you think you do.
For what you told me…you believe is true.
But I don’t work that hard.
It doesn’t get me far…oh…
You don’t own me…but you think you do.
For all was given…I must pay in full.
And though you sold me…for your solitude.
A cost so boldly…you can’t undo.
But I don’t work that hard…
it doesn’t get me far…
For the choices we make…brings verity
The reasons we chase…may only waste.
But the actions portrayed…I am not made to be labeled.
You can’t scold me…but still you do.
What was amusing…now makes ridicule?
And though you told me…that was a past.
Where you’re going?…is where the heart was last.
But I don’t work that hard…
it doesn’t get me far...
For the choices we make…brings verity
The reasons we chase…may only waste.
But the actions portrayed…I am not made to be labeled.
(Guitar)
But I don’t work that hard…
Doesn’t get me far…
For the choices we make,
I am not made to labeled.
Mmmmm…Mmmmmmm
You don’t know me…but you think you do.
For what you told me…you believe is true.