Yea I'm dieing
Time is cutting away at my soul
And people pick at my brain
My body was the left overs
but I didn't feel any pain
People find the best ways to make you feel
Like nothing
And when you try to be helpful or encouraging
It's a bad thing
What really is bad or right?
Wasting our time with arguments
And testing the waters with fake relationships
Your losing before you even win
Trying your hardest doesn't mean much
If you gonna complain in the end
But I was satisfied with life
The misery kinda made me happy
And the tragedy brought forth the struggle
And gave me my most beloved brothers
I love everything about what life is
But I was never living
Just existing
I felt like sometimes I wasn't even breathing
Just Staring and thinking, like is this all
What kind of world is this
Not mine...
