I stay surrounded by the same faces,
The same people from yesterday
Only thing's that changed
Is the fact that these obstacles and phases,
Seem to aggravate me every day.
I see the reflection of myself,
wondering what the fuck went wrong,
Why I put my trust in someone else,
Just to help me carry on.
Maybe I'm just confused or tired,
The life-style I chose,
Has my bloodpressure elevating higher.
How long till I die?
Is my only question,
Moving with hopes to find someone I admire,
I tell myself to eliminate
Any given suggestions...
...And to think I had it made...