As I caught up with my age
All the colours I had in my skin
Went from multi-floral to grey
And I lost the will to join in the rabble
For I couldn't feel its purpose;
And I look like **** going to work
Not giving a **** anymore
About how'd I look if I wear this and that.
I'm only 23 and my co-workers
Are at about the same as my age
I don't feel the need to speak to them
And I don't feel the need of their presence
Not unless it's work related stuff.
I'm killing myself stick by stick
Each day of every week.
And the desire to live on
Grows weaker day by day
But I like it this way
Like it's what's supposed to happen.

All these years, man has failed his own kin
For centuries.
The truth can never set anyone free
Because it's the truth
And no one escapes the truth.