How It Is

 
Laughter, depravity

That’s just how it is

It’s your poor decisions that led you to here, it is your fault, no one else’s

Every pain that you have witnessed all came down to this

That’s just how it is, is the attitude that allows the rich to rule the brave

That’s just how it is, continue to put up with it or chose the grave

Deeply unhappy most of the time, fighting through such speculative depression

Alone and forgotten and holding on, largely just to spite this pathetic life

To die would be utter bliss, no more mistakes, no more continuing pain I hope

Forgetting it, all of it, this stupid, schlep existence, suicide magnificent!
Yet it would forsake all future glories, how dull!

One must not forget there is always more good beyond the horizons of despair, make it there through all the hard time and try to enjoy the immense suffering along the way

Exit existence
Oh I wish I could, but not today, oh no!

Work harder, no matter how cruel the Gods are to you, they have taken your voice but never your will, never your soul

Never forget that

I am a survivor and I will survive this life, these cruel and unusual self-imposed hardships

By myself I will find the way

An obstinate prick to the end

Because that’s just how it is with me you see?

That’s just how it is