We walk with an emptiness deep within
Some look to drugs, some look to gin
Forgiving our souls, we try so hard
Most giving our life to a manufactured scar
One so permanent in a life that fades
Some take in air, some seek the blade
I imagine a life of dreams, a life unseen
And so I am brought downhill, to a calm stream
Though it is shallow, too rocky and jagged to stand
And so I just sit and stare questioning, am I truly a man
I take that stand, looking down river
It gets dark outside, so cold I even shiver
I blanket myself with the comfort of a bridge above
I am alone now, how do I love
People walk by, here and there, over head
I live surrounded by many, but I know inside a void is what’s said
I hate this rhyming shit
Is it life I want to quit
I’m so angry, everything I write about is me
I want to get out of my head, over there I want to be
Everything is I, I, I, over and over, I
Why, why, why, do I write this crybaby, sigh
I hurt, I’m in pain, but am I selfish, am I vain
I want to write about what I see and what I observe
In this world that’s undeniably beautiful, but so absurd
People driving back and forth, focused, but dying
And I just sleep away the shared pain, too tired to be seen crying
Whose lying, fuck dishonesty
It’s the world’s biggest travesty
Be true, be righteous, aim high, be a man, make unselfish plans
Fuck this rhyme, I don’t even understand
Is this what it takes to be good and to be human
To care about this crazy world, that never stops moving
