Is it really your life?




I was feeling fine, until I realized 
I am what I despised
Waking up everyday, getting high 
I wanted something different,
but was not willing to try
Like a ghost, I had lost my host 
I had nothing, but wanted the most 
living nowhere that I wanted to boast
My Mind scattered, 
but stretched coast to coast
I am the stain on my soul
I am the pain and the toll
I am the absence of what's right
I am the trouble, I am the plight
I am my struggle and my strife
I am the end of my own life
I wanted to hurt so I kept living
Chasing a high that kept me spinning
But I was tired of all the sinning
all I wanted was to disappear,
like how they did
How they stepped out of frame,
how well they hid.
They wanted my soul
and slowly it slid
into their hands
for the lowest of bids
I am the stain on my soul!
I am the pain and the toll!
I am the absence of what's right!
I am the trouble, I am the plight!
I am my struggle and my strife!
I am the end of my own life!
I am the stain on my soul!
I am the break in my stroke!
I am the essence in where I stay!
I am my struggle, I am the plight!
I am my struggle, I am my strife!
I am the end of my own life!

My Own Life

THE QUIET RUIN