Is'nt it strange to be normal? Cant they think for themself? Cant they feel for their soul? I question everything i see. They see it as being difficult. But I just dont see how you can follow.. follow just so blindly. Why don't you have any doubts? Blessed is the one who is ignorant. Why don't you fight for what you want? Why dont u fight for what you believe? Why would anyone want to be puppeted.. I guess its just me.. So many questions.. so little answers.. so much i still don't know. I just don't see it... I'm just so tired. I wish i had an off switch cause i havent rested in so long.. To just lie down and not think about anything. To be somewhere and feel safe.
But why do I feel like this?
Whenever I get up
I’m right back in this shit
After all I need to pick myself up
Before I fall to the ground
I need to rebuild my mind
so I’m strong again
I need to rebuild my life
so I’m full within
Try hard but it’s never enough
I’m all out of energy and I’m tired of fucking up
Hide the scars and pretend I’m tough
When I know inside life is calling my bluff
I’ve always tried for the best
To leave my past behind and hopefully forget
But it’s another night again
Another fight to wish away the loneliness I live
No one knows the way I feel
The part of me I have to fight
Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin..
