Give me the strength to work hard,
help me to stop being passive and see things
as they are
I am afflicted with this disease
to put things off until later,
bare minimum that is how I do things
Help me to change this
and help others who struggle
with finding the will
These nihillistic and hedonistic
tendencies are so hard to shake,
like my body frozen in a place
In your name I pray,
show me the way,
and help me to change
Tell me, is it ever really "Okay?"
At times I wish I could disappear, away from the day.
Tell me, was it really all a mystery?
Or was I really something plagued by history?
Judge me, try to reason my scars,
Yet, were you there for my unreasonable wars?
Did you ever set foot in my shoes?
Taken account of what brings the blues?
Tell me, does it really matter?
If I was any more the sadder?
Perhaps it's just my business, only my trouble.
Not another place to intrude into my bubble.
I'll solve my self alone, and myself alone only
Not for you to break my silence, maybe tonight, I'd just like to be lonely.
Blame my shortcomings for my scars if you dare.
For me, it just occurred, the past isn't something I ever chose to wear.