I am not close to my kind
Just have been so fine
When there's nobody around
I've been cheated all my life
Paranoia just burned my eyes
They tried to drug me down
Words have no meaning to me anymore
Succession of so called feelings
Excuses
Caught by life itself
Lost in the game
I shall accept
Life is what it is
But I own my fate
Yes I own fate
This is a statement after years
Still revolve the earth
Manimals in factories turned into sheepeole
Selfishness dooming us all
Upon the week always
Feasting than kind is dying, suffocating from within...
I am not a social one
Getting pissed off all the time
I never keep my mouth shut as I can't keep my mood to swing
I never kept a job I never kept my sit
Teachers tried to shoot me down with ritaline
They tried to drug you down