Made It

thinkin bout thinkin bout getting old

still believing everything i’m told

terrified petrified of my own mind

thought you said this was the bread of life

i’m tired of you telling me that everything’s alright

fuck you and your stupid game it’s all pretend anyway

i’m sick and tired of your bullshit

i know that you think because i’ve quit

i’ll never have a chance of survival no

trying to act tryin to act like i’m so bold

assumptions made damn she’s so cold

numbing the pain, praying away that’s the show

sick as hell i just didn’t know

dwellin within the questions

living in the scary unknown im