Lately I’ve been having thoughts that left me long ago,
A once forgotten process, is back and ready to go, you know,
I hate my lack of happiness, I feel conflicted,
My self pity makes me sick, I call it sick addiction,
What exactly gives me the right to say I’m sad?
When so many people have never had it as good as I have,
I mean, I’m not mad, But i’m not glad, I’m basically existing,
Caught up in the middle, insisting I need assisting,
And wishing I wasn’t missing, the secret key to joy,
I’m the 6’3 frame of a man, but inside, i’m just a boy,