I've grown too sick and tired
Building ire, flames and fire from my hearth,
They feed the inner struggle, daily rumbles, jumbled in my heart,

At times, I lose myself, both in the moment and the essence,
I just wanna be, like Common, but my sense, it lessens me,

I called Death, weak and dying, I arose from fading ashes,
I've learned to live my life more as the present passes.