Why do I spend so much time complaining
I don't understand it
all the words that leave my mouth
they don't sound like something I would say
and why must I try so hard to do nothing at hall
I want to stop drop and realize
how not to fall
to my knees and say
there wont be a better day
Cause there has to be more to everything
There has to be more than what I see
because all I see is my family
and tell me that I'm wrong
but I know I'm that I'm
Not wrong
At the very least I think I'm just a bit mislead
I see them soaring
and I want to fly
But I was born
with too much cynicism and no wings
sometimes it seems like I'm at the end
but then again
I realize I have so much more to go
I wish I didn't understand
why I'm failing
I wish I didn't have to live
with the people that I love the most
I wonder what they'd all have to say
Nothing good
I guess I'll just fill in all the blanks
