Sitting in the shower thinking
why is my meaning in life shrinking?
questions keep pouring in
answer are coming in thin
water pounding down on me
there's nothing else to believe
than life is just a mistaken spell
that nobody but me can tell
how long have i been here?
if being alone is my true fear
then why am i trying to escape?
from this world that i consider a rape
nothing makes anymore sense
its like I'm trying to climb a fence
when its fully electrified and too tall
all it wants, is that i try to climb and fall
the only time i have to clear my head
is when I'm lying in a dark room on my bed
wondering why cant i be who i really am
my personality is running a big scam
if i asked someone what they think of me
would everyone else agree?
would they go along thinking in fine?
that my life is this fake design?
no matter what questions i might ask
answering them would be an even bigger task
so i brush it off knowing they will come back
hitting me harder, i can almost hear a whack
i get up trying not to fall
every day meaning becoming small
whats the point of trying so hard?
when all it does is leave a scar?
the last question that keeps coming
the only one i cant escape by running
is if i didn't try so hard, would they continue to ignore
the fact that all of this, isn't me anymore?
