I hate this life
the way it goes round and round
i look for my purpose
but it can never be found
i go about my days
with the routine never changed
out of bed and go to bed
what's in between i don't know
not alive enough to know
i'm being held down
held back
and i cant breathe with ease
it's always a struggle
to get up and get going
and i don't know how to get out of this position
wish i had a life with a mission
can't find what it is
so i sit here with no true ambition
ideas swirl in my mind
of what i could do
and what i can be
but for some reason i just sit here
keep myself in a place
that keeps me miserable
and wonder what's going on inside of me
to make me think that this is life
as good as it'll ever be.
