It’s becoming insane and it’s hard to retain

The tension, the trauma, the tireless tragedy

That is my life

They say to look for friendships

But it’s all artificial, on the surface, superficial

It’s a worthless battle that I’m fighting here

Tear upon tear and sob upon sob

Are all the actions that are fluid for me

I know no love; I know not compassion

I only know how people keep bashin’

Down on my mind as if I’m a disgrace to mankind

I’ve almost consigned myself to the great grim reaper

For giving in to him might make my life easier

Well, not technically I guess, ‘cause I’ll be dead

But what’s the loss in that

When the life I’m living and living at all

When the life I’m living has stalled at rock bottom

I’ve got ‘em glaring down over my soul

And we’re near creating another tick to the death toll

Life is nice, I hear, from those whom I fear

But in my case it’s not, it’s not worth a tear

Which leads me to think

If I’m living in a life that’s just not giving,

Why live a life that’s not worth living?