The Catcher In The Rye

I...
am the catcher in the rye
I am looking at life
With no end in sight

I...
pushed my mind to much
I thought when I left
That was what I loved

When I get up there
In the middle of the stage
And I make a mistake
When I sound so fake

And my mind it works
In overtime
It taxes too much
This desire to rhyme

I...
am the catcher in the rye
I am looking at life
With no end in sight

I...
pushed my mind to much
I thought when I left
That was what I loved

When they left me
Not all I could see
The desire was gone
Still I felt I had won

When the jungle inside
becomes the jungle outside
Lost in the wild
Like a small child

I...
am the catcher in the rye
I am looking at life
With no end in sight

I...
pushed my mind to much
I thought when I left
That was what I loved

I...
am the catcher in the rye
I smoked up life
To feel so fine

I...
am the catcher in the rye
I can stand it all
But I cant stand a lie