You’re nothing but a fucking problem

Just a pigment of imaginary constructs

No need to justify the answer

It doesn’t seem to stop at all (ah whatever, FUCK IT)

Time and time again

I thought I knew myself I thought I knew all the answers

But evidently it’s just another lame excuse I use to redefine the insights

Lost in mental darkness

I know somehow I will find my way out

If I have to use my hands as eyes

I'll still stand; I'll still stand up and fight