I can't put this into words but I guess I'll try to stay alive despite all this pressure I'll abstain from making a gesture that's sure to offend I'll pretend that everything's alright while I cry my tears on the inside
pressure from family and friends is starting to finally seep inside sometimes I wonder why am I still alive after all this time I can't find my purpose I proposed prose I suppose that it'll never fuel my ambitions because people even in my family have to make light of all my decisions with the prediction that I'll just conform to what society expects of me I try to be cool and create something that'll please the one above me but when your own family makes what you do seem like it's nothing what am I to do?

I'll admit I'm not perfect by any means but at least I'm not the same boring thing that all of you who doubt me are I dare you to respond to this we can go bar for bar I'll shatter your guard like the kingdom of hyrule my malice can be felt from afar I've taken this pressure for too long time for me to respond with my only real friends a pen and these 64 bars I've taken my scars now I'll issue out yours I'll slice through your petty feelings with no remorse for my cause