I’ve never been much of a person. So many mistakes I have already made.
And it is quite too obvious, that no one would care if I was to fade.
My effort may be all I have, but it is not enough.
There so many diamonds that need work, but I’m that rock who’s in the rough.
Everything I do is never going to be accepted, not even at my best.
So tonight I take a knife in hand and put my soul to rest.
Often am I told I’m much more morbid than I seem.
But who are you to judge me, when we both chase a different dream.
Both our lives are so much different, yet they are the same.
Neither world is perfect nor are they made for us to tame.
So why am I a failure when somehow you know how to strive?
Because you may know how to fly through the sky but when the bomb hits, I know how to dive.