Grayness life bland meaningless
kills myself everyday why are you hearing this
words mean nothing but my pain and suffering
unstable stressed to the point of the dead
light that hope that yet sparks once
dims out and taunts me with its gleam
only had a great war with myself and a dream
others seem fine i starting losing my mind yet once again
hospital home i call it my town
my faith an equation come all come round
i die for the truth of a less wealthy youth
money is branded until i die for its power
i lie awake wishing for a new life
more money is all i need
for that i would have food and wouldnt mentally bleed
my soul for the taking money please kill me
