It’s like they planned my life in hell.
That’s probably why all I can do is dwell.
I’m nothing more than a ****** up shell.
Trapped somewhere in this vessel with no way out.
So why is this still going on?
Every single life I’ve ever lived was never even me.
Who the **** am I? I honestly can’t see.
It’s no wonder my life is almost always falling get apart at the seams.
Just let me sit by the ocean for better scenery.
Because all of this is so hard to conceive.
But it’s my life and I’m left strapped down with no way to break free.
I still can’t understand why life is so ******.
I can’t see it any other way, **** everyone who did this to me I’ve had way more than enough.
What’s the point of covering up the truth?
I guess that’s why I can’t find my shoes.