Living at home with my parents, everything becomes apparent.
Lucky to be alive, but by every breath do I survive
Looking for my calling, but with no potential jobs calling
Got me strapped for cash, looking for fast cash
A fast out, an easy in.
With the end in sight why am I still lookin for the beginin?
Money is hard earned and frustration set to quick burn
Setting blaze to all past dreams
Ignited by a record that consumes me
I know
Life aint Staples, there aint no easy button
And if depression was edible, ide be a glutton
So where do I go from here
Feet bleedin on rocky times
Gasping in despair, like acid hung in the air
The longer I live the quicker I die
The metal around my wrists feels more norm
Leaving my heart resting in a storm
My mind is set fight
Motivation to flight
Fists do me right, is all I pray
Challenging the fate of today
May one day I win
A way out from under all this sin
This is so well written Andrew.
thanks