does it matter when we die?
does it matter if I die?
don't think it matters to the sky
most of you fuckers woudn't even bat an eye
there's a world full of people
and I only get a handfull to trust
if my grown ass heart decided to go dark
what would you say?
maybe that it's a bad situation
a case of adolescence
is there a way out from these hellish thoughts?
or should I just keep climbing up?
only to fall back down
for like the 100th time
I don't know
and I don't fucking care
for a world that doesn't Know
or seem to care
or even for one another
often finding people that I thought had my back
conspiring with my enemies
as if I don't have eyes to see
so if I decided to begin a new
feed a hungry heart
looking at life at a different view
can I block out the poisonous rhetoric?
pretending it doesn't exist
like society when tragedy happens
is there a way for one man to save everything?
or are we just looking out for ourselves?
day by day
to shut my mouth
keep my head down
and walk away