how do you know
what your role is in the world
when everything seems crazy
and your voice wont be heard
who do you lean on
to whom to you speak
who is a true friend
who only makes you weak?
god dammit im so mad
that the fire in me is lost
that my energy fell flat
and my engine is a ghost
im so tired of shedding tears
tired of feeling all the fears
tired of living in this world
bound to many many years
what is human, am i sane
whats the question
whats my aim
who's your doctor
the medicine man
who gives a pill
thats all he can
are you living your life
the way your life is to be lived
or giving pieces to that guy
the one who takes but doesnt give
oh, this world is never bad
never good, happy, sad
it is we who color it
with our smiles and cries
our screams, moans
we shower it
what we put inside
is what comes out
and is the thing
that later makes us hide