What's happening?
Who's lasting?
Mental anguish, all to vanquish.
Bad intentions
Only mask it
World keeps changing
But nothing happens
Is this really who want to be
Be the person your hero would want to meet
Always try to rectify a better life
But you only ever wanna lie.
World is filled with severed cries
Can you even look in your own eyes?
Do you ever sit a bit
And maybe wonder if you're a part of it
Do you ever lay and rest
And think that maybe it's not the best
Do you ever look up at night
And think of how it would be better bright
Do you ever stand and strife
And wonder why you took someone's life
You always just lie
You almost always have an alabai
Can't come to terms with your own self
So you bottle up and put it on your own shelf.
I guess that's right.
