There comes a day in every mans life
Where all the emotions you have
Will get to you all at once.
You wont know when or why you feel the way you do
The only clue you have is constant thoughts cycling through your head
As you look to perform something rash
That you wouldn’t do sober.
Your locked in a cold hard room
Trapped for how ever long you want it to last,
But for some reason you don’t want it to end
So it goes on and on and on until your physically give in.
Baggy lids and sour heart
You constantly search for an answer
Until you realize there is no answer
And you just sit there like an idiot
But the feeling won’t go away.
You consider alcohol and drugs
And joke about killing yourself
And you feel like a loser
Trapped in a world with normal people.
You ask yourself what you want in life.
Money, education, success,
Respect, friends, sex
Love, drugs, a new opportunity
And the truth lies in all of them
Yet you feel like your being lied to.
All your life you’ve been lieing to yourself
Helplessly trying to fit in
And trying to change yourself for the good of yourself
And constantly think other will adore you more.
But the day will come when you will lose your companions
And in the back of your mind a part of your heart will perish
Never to return, even if you make up for it.
This hole we call life holds no answers
Because there is no right answer
And yet you are stranded out in the abyss
Looking for answer
you find escapes to make us content
Where its to cry, to smoke pot
To cut our wrist, to curse out loud
To make a hole in the wall, or just to lie to yourself that you don’t care.
In the end, you lie helplessly with out anyone to pick us back up.
You only get to live your life once so why live it?
Do you achieve glory when you die?
Do people care when you die?
Of course they maybe sad
But breaking my cell phone makes me sad but you don’t see me organizing a funeral.
We are only mortal
Trying to live the life we believe is right,
Even if that life is influenced by the affect of what others might say
It is still how you chose to live your life
You complain about things not going your way
Even when a lot of things are
But the things you don’t have tends to be more important
Then the ones you do have
Until you get it.
But when you don’t get it, it sinks in your throat
Leaving a bad disgusting taste.
Why is God tormenting me?
This is a question I shouldn’t ask but sometimes you cant help but to ask
He loves me yes I know for the bible tells me so
But you ask why me? Why did you pick me to go through this?
Then you look out side to the rest of the world and realize
That the rest of the world has it harder
Then you shut your mouth and get back to work
Life isn’t about girls,
Yet sometimes you make it seem like it,
Then you believe it is about girls,
And then you don’t know what your priorities are.
A body is mortal, and will diminish once our time is up.
But it can diminish before your time is up.
As you make decisions in life
That allows you to walk around the earth lifelessly.
Trapped in a world with so many things to think about
You should get out.
Where all the emotions you have
Will get to you all at once.
You wont know when or why you feel the way you do
The only clue you have is constant thoughts cycling through your head
As you look to perform something rash
That you wouldn’t do sober.
Your locked in a cold hard room
Trapped for how ever long you want it to last,
But for some reason you don’t want it to end
So it goes on and on and on until your physically give in.
Baggy lids and sour heart
You constantly search for an answer
Until you realize there is no answer
And you just sit there like an idiot
But the feeling won’t go away.
You consider alcohol and drugs
And joke about killing yourself
And you feel like a loser
Trapped in a world with normal people.
You ask yourself what you want in life.
Money, education, success,
Respect, friends, sex
Love, drugs, a new opportunity
And the truth lies in all of them
Yet you feel like your being lied to.
All your life you’ve been lieing to yourself
Helplessly trying to fit in
And trying to change yourself for the good of yourself
And constantly think other will adore you more.
But the day will come when you will lose your companions
And in the back of your mind a part of your heart will perish
Never to return, even if you make up for it.
This hole we call life holds no answers
Because there is no right answer
And yet you are stranded out in the abyss
Looking for answer
you find escapes to make us content
Where its to cry, to smoke pot
To cut our wrist, to curse out loud
To make a hole in the wall, or just to lie to yourself that you don’t care.
In the end, you lie helplessly with out anyone to pick us back up.
You only get to live your life once so why live it?
Do you achieve glory when you die?
Do people care when you die?
Of course they maybe sad
But breaking my cell phone makes me sad but you don’t see me organizing a funeral.
We are only mortal
Trying to live the life we believe is right,
Even if that life is influenced by the affect of what others might say
It is still how you chose to live your life
You complain about things not going your way
Even when a lot of things are
But the things you don’t have tends to be more important
Then the ones you do have
Until you get it.
But when you don’t get it, it sinks in your throat
Leaving a bad disgusting taste.
Why is God tormenting me?
This is a question I shouldn’t ask but sometimes you cant help but to ask
He loves me yes I know for the bible tells me so
But you ask why me? Why did you pick me to go through this?
Then you look out side to the rest of the world and realize
That the rest of the world has it harder
Then you shut your mouth and get back to work
Life isn’t about girls,
Yet sometimes you make it seem like it,
Then you believe it is about girls,
And then you don’t know what your priorities are.
A body is mortal, and will diminish once our time is up.
But it can diminish before your time is up.
As you make decisions in life
That allows you to walk around the earth lifelessly.
Trapped in a world with so many things to think about
You should get out.
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