It's dangerously prophetic knowing the future might be pathetic
Motivates the mind to have a better aesthetic
Looking up at the sky to wonder what else can be beyond
Every day I go to bed trying to analyze what I sleep on
The thoughts in my head all still left unread
They tell me I think too much but I tell them that it's too little
But no matter what I do I can't solve this riddle:
Who am I really? I wish that I knew
Who the hell I am and what I'm gonna do
I guess the future might be pathetic, but it's got so much potential
Negativity in my head is all just something mental