Things ain't perfect
Daily I've been Deserted, bro
I'm hurting
Sitting back watching my curtain close
I'm certain
I can just go and disappear
I'm certain
It really wouldn't make no difference here
I sit back secluded inside the basement
When I could be improving my situation
And I don't ask for no help
Cause I would much rather sulk and feel bad for myself
I just listen to sad song
Envisioning bad thoughts
If people ask how I'm feeling I'm chilling and that's all
My brain inside of a prison it's itching to blast off
But when I make a decision the ceiling is that tall
My brain inside of prison
I'm sane but something's missing
The game my body wants me to play is a competition
Of pain and trying to balance the gains I come to vision
I paint with optimism that's tainted with realism
They call that pessimism
Hard to agree there
Maybe it's my fault for thinking that shit is free here
Is it a good day the reason that I can see clear
Or is a clear view exposing why I should be here
Things ain't perfect
Daily I've been Deserted, bro
I'm hurting
Sitting back watching my curtain close
I'm certain
I can just go and disappear
I'm certain
It really wouldn't make no difference here