Verse:
A hundred thousand people are feeling what I feel
The only difference is that I write songs which I reel –
Through every other day, I bet it takes some skill
To feel a thousand sad emotions and yet not go ill
A sad lunatic, on whose antics other’s thrive
For your entertainment, I guess god makes me always strive
And lose everything which I got, god plays funny games
And yet people tell me there’s solace in saying his name
Who should I go to, who would look after me?
My girls I keep losing, and my parents don’t know me
I’m expected to deliver, earn some money and just leave
I don’t believe for that mumma Earth made me
I cant believe, that I care for people’s dirt
I care that they live good, while most of ‘em get me hurt
What do I do, should I do what people say
And break rules and get hurt in process of making new ways
This is me, myself, just me, just me
Chorus:
Is it always make or a break? Why bullshit I gotta take?
I could just curse ‘em away, or like you I could be fake
No love for me, you’ve got hate; but I guess its matter of fate
There’ll be a time when you’ll say ,beg me not to die - Hex, do anything but stay
Verse:
I don’t mind real time, if you say real lies
If you say with mind, that you don’t like my style
But what offends me, is you lift me a cent feet
And say if I want to live, I’ll have to jump deep
Its ridiculous, and no I cant take it in
The fact that I care for enemies deep within
I hate my heart, I wish I could tear it apart
I wish I could do this, do that and do what –
I wish to do, I don’t only care for me dude
If you don’t like things, make your path too
But what I do is what I choose, and if I lose I cant blame you
So mind it, before comes a time when you wish to rewind it
And the words that you said now I did
Don’t make me do what I don’t, believe in
Let me do things I relive in,I breathe in
Even if it means to die helping all who got me cussin’
This is me, myself, just me, just me
Chorus:
Is it always make or a break? Why bullshit I gotta take?
I could just curse ‘em away, or like you I could be fake
No love for me, you’ve got hate; but I guess its matter of fate
There’ll be a time when you’ll say ,beg me not to die - Hex, do anything but stay