Image Credit: Feature: DpressedSoul at DeviantArt, Creative Commons
Body: Clay Jonathan at Depression Comix
Who are you? To define is to limit.
When are you? Everything is now.
What am I doing here?
There's nothing to hear.
No one knows the truth,
So you can choose your own fear.
They'll ask you who you are
If you don't know, they'll tell you who you are, who you are?
Aye aye
Hey, How do you do?
Why do you do, what you do?
What do you, really wanna do?
Really wanna do
Does anyone, know what to do?
Now I feel like a Xerox of a Xeroxed human
Everything has been figured out
But how to live is still a doubt.
How long can you want something, not ask for it?
Starve but not snack for it?
Measure yourself by the rank of it?
Trust the lord and thank for it
Trust the who and thank for it?
Some people die at 25 and remain unburied until they're 65 with regrets.
You'll never be criticized by someone who's doing more than you. You'll always be criticized by the one doing less
Work for a cause not for applause.
Impossible, is for the corpse.
What's your can't?
Let's give it a chance
Make it real, yeah you got the power
Cut the haters, let'em talk for the hour
Who were you before they broke your heart?
Who were you before they tore you apart?
Love the life you live, live the life you love.
My dreams won't let me sleep
In my family, I'm the black sheep
Welcome to the 1% club.
They ask me, Do you have a-
Job?Married?House?Car?
As if life's a grocery list,
given without a glossary list.
Reach up the bar and fill up the jar
Do you ever wonder about my scar?
Or why do I think so far?
Save yourself and set up the bar.
Show yourself in caps like R.
You are still a rat if you win the race
Will you be a slave?
Or end this maze?
Save yourself.