I can’t stand my life
You never really knew
I’m 18 and ready for the knife
Because I’m truly through
I’ve tried too hard, and worked too long
In the end everything is simply prolonged
Why not give up now and stop the fight
Because this is one of the shittiest nights
Sometimes I wonder if I can go on
Then I wake up the next day and put my work shoes on
I spend nearly every night in exile
Just simply hoping this’ll be worth the while
I walk aimlessly towards the burning light
Hoping to see something that looks normal, just right
In the end I find nearly nothing
And here I am again, looking for something
Shall I ever find what my life searches for
Or shall I always be looking at the door
My pride keeps me anchored, watching, waiting
But wait for what, some sign, some saint?
Maybe all I need to do is paint
Shall I ever know what I should have done?
Shouldn’t I just try and have fun?
When will I understand my life?
Am I going to have to find wife?
Or will the trip be my own
How shall I make it?
Will I ever be able to just take it?
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