Thoughts grow stronger. These nights get longer.
With the two in hand, my life starts to falter.
No apparent end to this agony.
Wish I could've been who you wanted me to be.
Instead I'll sit in my room and question reality.
Was it so hard to stick to "the plan"?
Get old with "the life" and be a "real man".
Bust my ass working like a dog.
Following orders. Never doing wrong.
I saw where it left you. It's just not for me.
I state my claims against society.
Unrighteousness is all that I've been trained to see.
There is no path ahead.
These thoughts will haunt me till I'm dead.
I'm sorry, so sorry.
I'm sorry if I ever let you down.