I feel sick to my stomach

I feel sick to my soul

I’m nauseous and people ask me why

but I gotta say

that I just don’t know

My life seems a poison

causing all the noises,

choices;

just tiny little pins

sticking in my skin.

Was there ever a chance

for anyone to win?

That I could move on?

but that’s the point

here comes the poison.

It infects and drains

causing all my aches and pains

making everyday a struggle

so broken;

I could drown in a puddle

filled by the rain

on an average sunny day.

In my last air bubbles

you can hear me say:

My life seems a poison

causing all the noises,

choices;

just tiny little pins

sticking all over my skin.

I learned that I’m never gonna win.

That I’ll always be behind

the rest of my kind

I’ll always be blind

and I’ll never be fine.

Corrosive and painful;

my life is an acid

causing all the noises,

choices;

just tiny little pins

sticking deep into my skin.

My life;

It melts until it’s gone

like a block of ice in magma

with no chance to change

until there’s nothing left

and it withers away.

Never gonna

get to see the light of day

not gonna

be a bright ray

of sunshine;

or a beam of happiness.

Just pain;

nothing more

and nothing less.

My life is like a blade;

it cuts deep

causing all the noises,

choices;

just tiny little pins

covering my skin

and rending my flesh

Cause that’s what life is;

nothing more,

and nothing less.