Someday I never thought I could wish

A tide, a sea of faces coming for only the best

The waves cause my downfall, I fall down underneath

This tide of people hating me isn't a thing to fish

I see the prey looking for my little skull

I never knew there were humans who could ingest bones

I'm on a slide with the length of decimals

If you divide a circles circumference by it's diameter

See the day where I can meet again

I haven't met him for the first time in years

A war was enough for me, PTSD kicks in

I see the beach, the shore

Damn it's been a minute

Looked at earth from the moons on mars

Phobos and Deimos meaning two things I own

I'm scared from the people killing me, they're close

And I panic from the people when they're near, I know

Someday I see the people frighten the world

I know one day when they're gone, I'm gone

They'll get me one day, soon enough of course

I just hope it's not soon, I know I'm wrong

Someday I hope to stop picking at my scabs

And stop biting at the hand that feeds cause fuck the things they hand to me

I remember playing in the sand at 3

Hands and knees were ashy as can be

My hair was messy

I was ugly but it ain't matter to me

Someday I hope that everyone will get one's just deserts, cause that's how justice works

And by the time that I'll be sleeping with the bugs and worms and dust and dirt underground in a coffin I'll hope I would've done something that at least somewhat had nursed the ones that hurt

Someday I'd like to take a flick knife to the tight ropes that are tied to me so I can swim up the mountains and climb the sea

You all stifle me and idolize the guys who fight with me but I'll make sure that I become a sight to see!

Someday I wanna feel I'm not helpless

Cause if it's not already obvious I wanna put a stop to this

As it stands though I'm not too popular with lots of kids

So I just gotta watch and sit as all of them inflict their flawed logic onto me

Got me constantly getting beaten on like I'm the opposite of soft penises

I'm not yet a strong lyricist but one day, hope to be as great an artist like grandfather was

And I know karma's real, we all reap what we sow, so we need to keep in control

Yeah gotta keep in control, all of us reap what we sow, good grief we reap what we sow

Someday I hope y'all comprehend your words can be a lot more than something heard and forgotten

It often got me at a loss of words

I'm not a philosopher but it wouldn't hurt a lot of y'all to stop and learn

I'm not perfect though I still got a lot to learn

And it's the same old silly Sivert falling on the pavement on his face again

He'll pick up the pace again then fall back out of grace again

But I know he'll figure it out, there's a strange comfort in feeling like you're all by yourself

Just riding the waves of life even if they're tidal and you might just drown.