Same Quetions.

The same questions go on in that pretty head of ours
The ones that make you choke and suffocate for about hours

Who am I?
Where am I?
And is this all a lie?

What if I'm a disappointment, a failure and worthless?
Everything seems to lead to us to these overpowering thoughts of ours the ones that seem to be ruthless

We wish to be so convinced in this life that we live but all it seems to be is a loss of control
All these dreams that we build are determined to be done but by the end of the day they are just another distant goal

We plan to give up life to give it all away because nothing we make will come exact
And it's more then yesterday I feel I am a failure in this horrid lifeless fact