Turbulence

In my youth I was told that the world was young,

To lower my voice and watch my tongue.

Morality was the day to day routine.

I kept my liver pure and left my lungs clean.

But I’m really sick and tired of being that guy.

I’m sick of trying and smiling and wondering why.

I’m under stress and duress.

My life is a mess.

I wonder why people think that I’ll be a success.

I wear a mask of flesh,

I disguise when I dress,

And I remember why in life I make no progress.

In my early teen years I sat on the throne.

I spent my time in bed and on my cell phone.

My attitude changed and my heart filled with hate,

I didn’t know what I’d become until it was too late.

My spirit got broken and my life fell apart.

I was in love everyday with a new heart.

I’m under stress and duress.

My life is a mess.

I wonder why people think that I’ll be a success.

I wear a mask of flesh,

I disguise when I dress,

And I remember why in life I make no progress.

Day after day and the cycle goes on,

The turbulence continues and I sing the same song.

I ride back and forth to my miserable school,

And I descend ever deeper into the whirlpool.

I try and find the source of my misery and pain,

and I know the only answer, I’m the one to blame.

I’m under stress and duress.

My life is a mess.

I prove wrong all the people who thought I’d be a success.

Rip off my mask of flesh,

I burn all my dress,

And I end the life that’s caused me such distress.