Music is more my style
But I write because I have things to say
And I can't write a song for shit.
I think it's funny really
How circular life can be
Like the planet is just a reminder
That it all ends and starts eventually.
Is anyone even reading this?
Or am I pouring my heart out to a screen.
I don't mean to sound self pitiful
I think all in all I live a pretty decent life
And I should be grateful
But you know how it is, you get in your head
And the next thing you know
You're looking inside yourself to find a hole.
Sometimes it's easy to laugh it off
And sometimes it's easy to break down and cry
But I hate when it's hard to do either
So I'm just stuck in my random grief
And have to claw my ass out to survive.
I gasp for breath but reach strong confrontation
And the world that I've loathed gets back at me again
Like a stupid prank fight
Except this time it's real
And I'm loosing my mind
At least that's how it feels.