up to me

i waste so much of my life thinking my life is a waste

every time i take a breath i'm stealing the others space

quiet as i am or as loud as i can be

walking the earth by myself is strange as it seems

going alone day by day is harder everyday

the people just pass on by going there own way

when in this life will i feel something more

when can i say i have something to live for

i sit alone all on my own waiting to be heard

when this whole life is nothing more than twisted and absurd

i look you in the face and tell you its all fine

when nothing seems to make much sense and all i do is cry

leave me alone like i've always been just a waste of space

why the hell did God waste his talent to put me in this place

i wasn't meant to be here so why am i alive

nothing here makes any sense i sit and wonder why

why do i feel like i'm the only one to struggle through the day

while everyone else gets what they want i'm in disarray

as they all continue to walk by on their way to something great

all i can do is the same thing i do nothing more than wait

i'm stuck at a standstill what am i to do

when will someone reach out and finally pull me through

i wasn't meant to mean very much i can easily see

but why does everyone else get a chance at a moral victory

i have the passion and the will i have the things it takes

to become so much better than this to become someone great

but where am i supposed to go when i'm stuck in this dark mold

everything around me working to destroy my goals

maybe that's all i'll ever be is someone breathing the air

unless they finally turn it around and notice im standing there

one of these days i will be found for my passion and broken art

until that day comes i will continue to try and set myself apart

i want so much more than this but i guess its up to me

when can i say i've shed enough blood and finally reached my dreams