My life is a sitcom with a fluxuating genre.
My head is full, but I won't lay it out upon ya.
Somtimes with my attitude, the days feels mastered.
Other times it's not fine and feels nothing short of disaster.
   It's not an exaggeration for how we feel aint the same.
Right now I'm just tryna figure out whether or not I like the rain.
Most times I do, but depending on situations feelings can change.
Anybody up for a friendly exchange?
Strangers aren't strange, merely foreign, which many people can become.
It's okay to feel down or whatever because it's better than being numb.
Where are our heads putting off what we dread,
Thinking that there's something better instead?
We see where our own feet now stand
Without directing ourselves elsewhere, it seems that the past is in high demand.
Right now though I'm gonna sit here on the bus among the silent before for school I split.
I'll try and dictate how I feel looking out the window while watching the rain hit