I’m not magic, there’s no tricks or fun to me
Uneven railways eventually Fade away
If you live life as planned, it’s like your life is being managed
I can’t feel the joy of living
Like my hands and feet are shackled so I can’t escape
Education and morals cross my mind and I rethink
What should I do? I ask God desperately, but God says “I don’t know”
Before I knew it, I was dependent on meds, like I’m tied to a chain
Without them, I can barely breathe. It’s an illness no one can prove.
If ridiculed that I’m on meds to play victim, I’ll wither and won’t be able to open up to anyone
I’ll naturally rot and die before I become anyone’s prey
I despise the phrase “purpose of life”
Do we all have to have a purpose to exist?
There’s no answer to this question, which is why I suffer
Who am, Who am, Who am I?
Your meaning and role in life don’t come easy
It’s something that everyone seeks to figure out
Having said that, maybe it’s all around me, but I’m looking down at my feet
I tear up the textbook before one singular thought consumes my mind
I simultaneously wipe out common sense with a vacuum
And act like a child, a realist acting like a crazy person
Just rewrite it, however what lies at the root will never change
My heart’s sifter is rather selfish, it calms the worrisome uncertainty
I don’t care what others say, there was no love to begin with
In the end, a poor attitude and uncontrollable ego
No one criticizing me, I live my life
Don’t force your opinions on me
Why can’t I think freely?
Getting left out by everyone who strayed paths
Who am, Who am, Who am I?
The innocent me who once wished upon a star is no longer…
I despise the phrase “purpose of life”
Do we all have to have a purpose to exist?
There’s no answer to this question, which is why I suffer
Who am, Who am, Who am I?