Sometimes I close my eyes
and the darkness is all I see
Maybe its just me
But I look around to find no
peace
no happiness
Its just lies and
vessels filled with agony
such an ironic twist
I don't want your sympathy

each day that passes me
never get easier
its kind of strange
Yet comforting to know
I'm stuck in a never ending
repeat
to go threw the motions of life
Without really living
Is this what its all about?

I question my reasons
for all that I do
but what is there to question?
We all go threw the same phases
They just never come about at the same time
So where is the idea of originality
is it possible that my life
isn't even really mine?

Is it possible
to believe we are all pawns
in some game
Where we haven't really any control at all
We are only placed into the idea that we do
So what does that make me to you?

I always want to believe
that life gets better
To cheer up
and not feel so under the weather
But my mind never really works that way
I may sing about rainbows and lollipops
And laugh at stupid comedic props
But in the end I have to return
To the darkness
that has been my longest lasting friend

So what is  this life I live?
Some joke
Some idea
Some tragic play I most fallow till the end
Some game I've been thrown in
Who is to know?
Isn't that the point of man
to question all of what
and who I am