Occasionally I'm not sure how I'm existing.
I'm just a hopeless soul begging to be the next thing.
Living up to perfection and failing one by one.
And nobody sees the monster I and everyone had become.
Begging for acceptance;
Pleading for confidence.
Step up all young minds and preach all the elder ones.
Modern society has it all figured out,
Our torture is raised to a new level now.
Children are cruel and learning from the best,
Narrowing out faults by putting you all to the test.
Take a seat and wittness who crushes under pressure,
Then forget them as they wither away, just another pleasant child who couldn't take that measure
Ladies and gentlemen, fools and trolls, take out all the ones the mean the most.
Who bothers about what you mean to others.
Perfection to them means believing all the mutters.
Oh well, oh well, your past seems like hell.
For not forgive and forget, for an hour of success is too swell.
Hatred is a new trend and all the good ones in style,
Let's see if you my love, can take it the next mile.
Occasionally I'm not sure of why I'm existing.
I'm just a reckless soul demolished by all the best things.
