What did I do to deserve this life?
The answer is nothing...
The answer is nothing...
No substance can mask the pain.
No exercise is helping any gains.
No beautiful day will help the sun stay.
No exercise is helping any gains.
No beautiful day will help the sun stay.
Running away from home to find solace while spending my time alone,
I look to my windowless room for light only to see glow in the dark stars among the paint-chipped ceiling and rusty pipes shleided by neon lights and a colorful tapestry.
I look to my windowless room for light only to see glow in the dark stars among the paint-chipped ceiling and rusty pipes shleided by neon lights and a colorful tapestry.
What is home?
It shouldn't be a tearful, bad vibe, or hostile space to receive 5 page-long text messages for lifeing instead of cleaning.
It shouldn't be a tearful, bad vibe, or hostile space to receive 5 page-long text messages for lifeing instead of cleaning.
I try to clean the mess but the stains won't hide.
Walking inside I smell the foul air and feel the foul play I'm trying to keep at bay...
Outside of home I'm controlled by a green piece of paper that rules the world.
I want to save some for later but someone always seems to take the last slice.
I want to save some for later but someone always seems to take the last slice.
The world shouldn't be limited to be seen from a screen hiding the true colors,
But if I barely have enough pieces of paper to fill my belly, how can I feed my eyes with the colors of the wind?
I'll paint it myself, of course!
But only this poem and these reflections can help me see light again!
What did I do to deserve this life?
The answer is nothing...
I'm just gonna march onward!
The answer is nothing...
I'm just gonna march onward!
