We all struggle with our everyday emotions and pains, we try our best to conform, and try to stay in our lane

But the construct we follow isn't even close to correct, we waste our whole fucking life thinking about money and sex

We rely on all our friends and then they stab us in the back

And then they say that we ain't shit and that we're alone on our own track

Because they think that they're perfect, but live a life of deceit

And they pretend to care but kick you right out onto the street

Sometimes I don't think man that life’s even worth it, because it always gets stolen from people who don't deserve it

Because we all have such a fucking fascination with death, that we forget who we are and we become dead instead

Because on the inside we lose all our emotion, we become unsympathetic lose all of our devotion

Everyday's a struggle just to stay motivated, to try and please some people that you've always fucking hated

You can't help but feel that every single day is wasted, I mean it's all the fucking same you take some shit and copy paste it

Man, the people that help you learn they're the ones who make you fall, they pretend that they care but they don't give a fuck at all

I mean, racism, prejudice, this is quite important shit, but novels and some fucking graphs, you know they'll always top the list

Unimportant objectives, and useless information, you try to recover but your concentration keeps breaking

You wonder why you can't focus, and you wonder why you won't try, feels like your life is decided by the fucking roll of a die

Hidden agendas, are all that I'm surrounded with, bullshits all I'm picking up from my fake friends that are so selfish

People don't quite understand what its like to be me, just because I smile it doesn't mean I'm happy

Music is the only time when I feel quite right, it helps me avoid the internal struggles I face every single night

Like every single person I've ever trusted to try and listen you can close that door while my sweat it starts to glisten

First world problems, that's what they claim I have, and that I should be glad with a loving mum and a Dad

But sadness, loneliness, that knows no place, no country, no continent, no goddamn fucking race

You're trying to tell me that my feelings aren't real? Wow I'm sure you've never cried I'm sure your hearts made out of steel

I wonder if its a waste of time showing my devotion, most never appreciate it and brush it off with a motion

Whether its a shrug of the shoulders or a wave of the hand, never even matters because your loyalty gets canned

Thrown out the window like a rotten apple core, leaving you stressing and depressing, struggling with an internal war

With an internal war