How many inches is it until we cross the line?
One, two, maybe even three steps to take,
How many times will we cross it until we learn?
Mistakes are made to teach us to forget,
Will we ever erase this method of prevention?
Destroying the purpose of setting rules,
I've always followed my own set of rules,
Lost and running without seeing the line,
If only I could see one sign of prevention,
Maybe I would stop and watch the steps I take,
But every time I find it I seem to forget,
That self-control is a lesson I'll never learn,
Didn't I go to school so that I would learn?
I've eaten these lies and followed the rules,
Am I able to adapt to this or will I forget?
Just as stupid as when I drew my first line,
How many false paths have I been forced to take?
Still walking blindly with no sense of prevention,
I should hear the signs that scream prevention,
Concentration is a lesson I have learned,
If only I was the one luck wanted to take,
I could find my way around all of these rules,
A life of mistakes has created fear of the line,
So scared even determination I am soon to forget,
But why do I learn lessons I am bound to forget?
So many valuable tools that could help prevention,
Is there anyone alive who can cross the line?
A thousand lessons I have yet to learn,
Will I ever learn to follow their rules?
More lies and pills I'll be forced to take,
Following my hearts choices they can never take,
One lesson that I swore to never forget,
They can smother me with more creative rules,
But my heart will create it's own prevention,
A lesson they will be forced to learn,
The penalties served for crossing the line,
So make more rules you think I'll take,
Move your line to a place that you'll forget,
As my will to prevent is what I have learned...
