Some guys build their own demise.
Sometimes I wonder why they even try.
Then there is you, my dear.
You know I know what you're about so let me make it clear.
Always trying to figure me out when you can't even face yourself.
One day there is going to be a change that is for certain.
You might find that the only real thing in life was the very thing you left behind.
I find the way to my soul through my imperfections.
You don't see it but I do.
Just take a good look for once outside of you.
One day I saw a diamond in the rough.
He said he had just about enough of life.
I started to realize the life I lead is not bona fide.
There are so many times I get confused when I think about it.
Why do I waste my time dwelling on this insignificant shit?
Often the thinking forces me into the waiting oblivion I've eluded all my life.
Now it is you telling me "I told you so"
Now it is me wondering: why can't I just let it go?
I don't know why it makes no sense to make this much sense.