She lives the modern life,
mind between her windows,
heart outside of working hours,
dreams to just fit in.

I've been there once or twice,
I changed because I loved her,
but now I'm slowly seeing
it's not the world for me.

I cannot keep a job.
I cannot love the system,
it's flawed and all those in it
just ignore there's better ways.

I can no longer change,
though still I'll say I love her,
she lives inside of something
that I will never be.