This Life

Maybe for the longest time I’ve always felt this way,

dealing with this chaos, day after day.

Lately, I just don’t know what to do anymore.

My heart, ya there’s a big rip through it that I just tore.

I’m wondering if I’m the only one who goes through this,

the only one who shoots, but each time, appears to miss.

I’m told that it’s my mindset, that really it’s my head

but I’m telling you right now, my heart feels like it’s dead.

I wanna get over this mountain; this mountain made of steel.

I can’t see over the top, it doesn’t even look real.

I’ve always kept on climbing, but I constantly seem to slip.

I’m telling you, I can’t deal with this, my heart—it has one rip.

See you could pound it in my head, that I’d someday reach the top,

but you need to realize, you can’t force this—stop.

I’m ready to escape, this wicked world of mine,

but if I said I couldn’t get myself through this, I’d be lying.

I know, now, that if I keep my feet on the ground,

I can be someone, and my circle of life will be round.

I’m ready to take that step forward to realizing what’s real and what’s not,

and I’m beginning to comprehend that this life is all I’ve got.