Why

Why is everybody so fake

Why is everybody full of hate

Why can’t we just get along

Where did we all go wrong

True friends will stab you in the front

Try to pull off it off like a stunt

Why are some people like clouds

Cause life gets brighter when they’re gone

Why can’t I just move on

So long the ones I knew been gone

Not physically but mentally

Felt long ago, maybe an eternity

Shits been backing up

People been acting up

My limits past the maximum

Maybe I just need a sanatorium

Or a fucking cleanse from life

Hopefully it gets better in the afterlife

Scary thought ain’t it?

What comes next?

Is everything you’ve done worth it in the end

But when’s the end?

Is it slowly creeping up and a approaching us

Was it all a dream? Are we blind or even bliss?