I'm alive but deprived of any signs of the life
that's trapped attacked by my own act, i'm indecisive.
Right then, I'll get back to my this writing.
Seek help from someone else cause my mind is in a strife and
I wanna write to make you understand my psychology but
but just can't seem to find the right pen to write down how I see it.
Feel like happiness is a drug, everyone's got some but I'm feenin
dreaming, damn i just want to be able to smile and mean it