Even if I believed in the first place
I'd believe even less
How could 'He'
As you call him
Rip my heart out of my chest

Nah, just kidding
I've never had a love
I've never had a weakness in the form of a person
And I'll never believe in a god above

Guess I'll never have a lot of things
Guess I'm missing out
I'm scared my life is gonna go by
And I'll have nothing to tell my grandchildren about

But hey
Isn't that how all of us kids are living
Locked in our rooms
Leaving only to visit the kitchen

To make myself a meal
Even when I should just as well starve myself
Because the way I'm wasting my life is kinda surreal
But lately, I've really felt:

"Hey, I need some motivation
I wish I could quit school
Hey, I'm in a state of deterioration
But it kind of ******* rules"

I guess tomorrow I'll start a healthy diet
And finish my homework on time
And exercise the way I used to
And go out with my friends all the time

Even as I write this I'm laughing
At my own thoughts
Cause "tomorrow" is my dreamland
And dreaming is my weak spot ;)

Upon the hill he sat
on his ***** worn-down mat
Until he heard a pat-pat-pat
what was that?

His body, thin and old
Framed against the rain so cold
His wide eyes he rolled
Towards the gates of gold

No longer did the rain
Wash away at his mangled mane
He tossed aside his shame
And boarded the forever train

I hope you don't mind
that you're always on my mind