I give up too easily,
Almost like things aren't too breezy,
Whether I have a soul,
Or not,
My life is great,
Make no mistake,
My sins are my own,
As if I was reading a book,
Within this look,
I don't own my path,
To take within,
My own break,
I am probably too fake,
Or too real,
Please take away all my pain,
I don't know what I'll gain,
With this future,
I see myself,
In a place,
Of uncertainty,
Of this curiosity,
Even within modesty,
My virtues,
I may not follow,
Not to wither,
And wallow,
This life is a gift and curse,
Within a purse,
Or backpack,
Try to follow the tracks,
Nothing seems real,
Or maybe it is too real.
Almost like things aren't too breezy,
Whether I have a soul,
Or not,
My life is great,
Make no mistake,
My sins are my own,
As if I was reading a book,
Within this look,
I don't own my path,
To take within,
My own break,
I am probably too fake,
Or too real,
Please take away all my pain,
I don't know what I'll gain,
With this future,
I see myself,
In a place,
Of uncertainty,
Of this curiosity,
Even within modesty,
My virtues,
I may not follow,
Not to wither,
And wallow,
This life is a gift and curse,
Within a purse,
Or backpack,
Try to follow the tracks,
Nothing seems real,
Or maybe it is too real.
