[Verse]
It's the way I'm criticized, now I'm driven by stares,
And right now I need the oxygen, but I ain't living by air,
I reflect upon the past, my pain's abysmal, I'm scared,
Success is in the cup, and I ain't sipped on my share,
Now I'm always occupied, doing the things that I hate,
Through these experiences, I realize life isn't quite great,
I never write anymore, I'm always getting stressed out,
Achieving is my goal, though my mind will stress "How?",
And having happiness is probably my best doubt,
Didn't choose the best route and so I'm messed now,
Holding my chest, wow, off and on the stage man,
A different person, lot of lost thoughts of rage canned,
Pencil hits the paper, attempting to compose art,
I keep on jotting, yet obviously there's just no spark,
This corner it is so dark, really I need me a light,
Before this darkness hardens and starts to eat me alive.
[Chorus]
Read my drops, then you fantasize to hear it,
Yet you don't know what's wrapped inside the lyrics,
Read between the lines, hatred, love, suicide,
The mirror portrays nothing but my fluid eyes,
There's a voice speaking to me back in my mind,
Fuck friends, at least this voice asks if I'm fine,
Well I'm not, and though I pretend all is well,
You'd never expect what's behind this solid shell.