Riding the roller coaster of life,
thinking how high will this ride take me before I drop and fall straight onto my face?
Lies take way more effort than the truth,
why lie to myself?
The truth is less harder to prove.
Every day I feel like it gets harder and harder to move
only because it seems the truth is way harder to choose
out of the two.
I always said I'd keep it real with myself
but out of the blue
I'm finding ways to make a deal with myself,
because I can't deal with myself.
Feeling like it was a waste, like stealing a belt.
The sky is the limit? I'm still waiting for the ceiling to melt.
Lonely, that's how I feel, like I'm by myself,
only one at the wheel I have to drive myself!
I'm not a snitch but I can tell, I'm the only one of my kind.
When I'm done with my life, they'll say I won.
What a lie!
If they ever found out, whats on my mind they would die in pain!
So when I lie to you, know that your life was saved.