Why is my only way to express myself with this ink?
Why are these words on paper the only way I'm able to tell you how I think?
Why do I think what I think?
Why did I pour myself another drink?
Why does lie pass by with what seems to be one blink?
What's my life's missing link?
If I sink who has my back?
If I start to slack who will keep me on track?
Are they just trying to bask in the glory?
Are they just trying to live off of my story?
Are my prayers heard?
Will my gurl always say these three words?
Could I reword my slurs?
Could I stop flipping that bird?
Why do I prefer it stirred not shaken?
How come what I say seems to alway be mistaken?
How do I keep my time not wasted?
How do I keep my life sizzling hot like bacon grease?
How do I release my animosity?
Is it just a bad temper?
Or am I throwing tantrums?
If not you then who will tell me to man when I need to hear thast?
How do I overcome my fears?
How do I sleep?
Is insomnia forever?
Is there a better?
Is it greener on the other side?
Would if the other side is just as rotten as this one?
Is tomorrow a new day?
Do I hold a promising future?
Can I just run away?
How do I know when I've arrived in away?
Is there ever really a way?
Should I pray?
Will she meet me halfway?
Is there a sale on answered prayers today?