it's my fate, it's too late.

society has killed everything in which i believe.

and now my only dream,

is to be six-feet under.

as morbid as it sounds,

i do believe,

that's the only place,

i'll ever be free.



people laugh,

people smile.

people love,

people hate.

but the point

is something i'm unable to see.



don't worry for me,

don't bother to try and help.

i'm okay with my fate.

it's okay,

i don't mind,

that for me it's too late.