Too afraid to jump, I’ve climbed this ladder to high.
Riddled with fear and doubt, what if I can’t fly?
Held captive by money, I feel ashamed to complain.
But I stay in this prison while my dreams are slain.
I hate this office, but sit comfortably in it.
Trading freedom for money every minute.
I lie to myself, this will breed new fun.
Fighting with myself, afraid I’ve won.