Staring into space, what is this place?
Starting a test early and still finishing late.
The world is cold, being happy as a kid and depressed when I'm old,
I already see it, the house I die in being sold. Will i haunt the ones
who scrape the place clean of mold, the ones who feel they are at home,
is that what they’re told? How to live a life of wealth when there’s nothing to be sold.
Life is a school, pastor that preaches, all i want in life is a teacher, that actually teaches.
Staring into blackness, when will my happiness begin its accretion? Can you consider death our completion?
Laying in bed trying not to stay awake, hunger fills my body, my life is at stake.
My mind is my weapon, it always shoots me down, he wants to be a queen but always gets the crown.
My brain is dark, there's no activity. stuck in the four walls called my room
Captivity.
