Saturday, 24 August 2013

my generation

this generation
the friends that I got
I got a lot and they got a lot
and we got a lot
/of troubles/
and we're all tryna battle out
these neverending struggles
and I struggle to see
how we can ever be
some place other than here
at times I think it's only me
and I feel so alone, but I swear
we're all tryna to run away
from ourselves, I wonder,
why do we put ourselves
through such hell; 
/riding this same old carousel/ 
round and round and round
and of course we're bound
to get so tired if it, of this life
-yeah, we're barely getting by-
but still we try 
still we try still we try still we try
(to make the best)