Dotted line

My life is confusing like the sunrise
keeps on blinding me
from opening my eyes

Like the cold morning concrete
so feels the same as my soul
nothings there
nothings there

I often wonder what my place is here
since I'm so insignificant
and i have no path
no marked trail to guide me

I'm alone
no food
no voice
no shelter

exposed
to let anything take me
wherever it wants to go

I'm wasting breath just living here
I'm just a waste of time
sooner or later its gonna happen...

I'm gonna sign the dotted line...