Sunday, August 7, 2011

Why Why Why

I spend too much time trying to make dollars
And so I never make sense
I close myself off from everyone around me
And hope they can climb the fence
I can search the sky as time goes by
But I'll never ever find out why

Why I'm me
Why I'm here
Why I have everything to fear
Why I'm lost
Why I'm crying
You never really know until you're dying

Now we drop the thug shit
Because I just don't need it
And it's not really helping
The way I see it
So forget about me
Forget about everything we were supposed to be

Why am I me
Why am I here
Why do I have everything to fear
Why am I lost
Why am I crying
Why don't you ever really know until you're dying

Why am I alone
Nowhere to go home
Just out of my dome
As my mouth begins to foam

Why am I me
Why am I here
Why does everything seem so unclear
Why am I lost
Why am I crying
Why does it feel like I'm dying 

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