I'm still alive, depending on the definition.
Yeah I'm still breathing, but that's not my decision.
For every accomplishment I make, two failures take its place.
I'm tired of this life, tired of this way of living, tired of always hiding my face.
I'm in a dark place, constantly my heart aches, don't know how much more I can take.
The more I try, the worse it gets, I feel myself starting to break.
And if I'm not mistaken,
Something tells me I am forsaken.
So much for footprints in the sand, just strike me down right where I stand.
Everything good leaves my life. Only hardship and despair can stay.
I used to be successful, but they took it all away.
I'm living life on my knees,
Ever since I caught these felonies.
Now I can't ever get a good Job, they want it that way, I swear.
Can't be here, can't rent anywhere, definitely can't work over there.
I've got no one but myself,
Nobody else seems to care.
And it's apparent. My family disowned me, I'm estranged from...