"days are getting longer and colder
the world is spinning to fast
and there's a struggle to keep up with it
the one's you love
begin to act like outsiders
everyone's up your ass despites you giving it your all
your all starts seeming not enough
all anyones ever around for
is the materialistic motives
imperfections emerge around me
and questions begin to arise
a feeling of helplessness is taking over me
what's my motive, I cry.."
*don't know who wrote this...but i thought id post it anyways.*
