Broken Soul

What's the question Where's the answer What am I doing here When will I disappear I'm not wasting Anymore time Dwelling on the past The future's in my grasp I'm plenty capable I know But a lack of motivation Takes its toll A car idling in place Will soon run out of fuel And when it does When it dies It's left to rot So I'll fight My demons until I Am broken down and weary like a man On his death bed And I May not survive But I'd gladly give my life to show the world No control can lead to a broken soul I was given every tool needed to succeed But now they've rusted over It was my intention to do great things Yet here I stand a broken man Self prescribed medication (Has never worked for me) Self prescribed medication (Won't save me) Self prescribed medication (Has never worked for me) Self prescribed medication (Won't save me) So I'll fight My demons until I Am broken down and weary like a man On his death bed And I May not survive But I'd gladly give my life to show the world No control can lead to a broken soul No control can lead to a broken soul No control can lead to a broken soul