My life is not a skit or something to
Replay
My birth was a crash course destined to be
Made
And at times I feel like someone of an extinct species that can’t be
Saved
And in these times I wanted to try dying it’s something I
Crave
And after I do call for the schizophrenic me to dig myself out my own
Grave
But if I do that the backwards dog will just say don’t even bother me to
Pray
This stress has been a piranha eating
Me
I don’t know why but more slowly
Recently
I look ahead to see life smiling at
Me
Then it passes me this test as if it’s a funny mocking
Tease
Then I gave it back in a colder mocking
Breeze
With flying colors, and endless extraordinary high-quality
Deeds
I brought a end to its smiles, life stopped and suddenly to
Freeze
It was unable to comprehend or believe
Cause what he saw in
Me
Was an off prediction that life couldn’t
See
So, on I went to another one peacefully