We are all ruined until we aren’t no more
For me, society killed me and moved on
I on the other hand have been stuck in limbo
The future is a distant memory
The past a door with no ****
And the present feels like hemorrhoids
An unnerving pain at the blissful of moments

You would think life be simpler
If only everything were black and white
But my grey scale’s been tipped
And my sight is way over five thousand
Yet still I don’t dream just a misfit
Like a misplaced piece of a puzzle
You can see the picture but just can’t fix it