For about a year, I've been working hard to better myself.
I tried to be a better friend, a better artist, most importantly a better son.
I've worked on my anger, my physical being and my maturity.
I tried my hardest to be the negotiator, the level headed one during troubled times
I tried to be obedient and responsible to my family.
Then...it all comes crashing down.
All this frustrations, all this pain, all this agony.
It returns. All this hatred, all this sorrow.
Everything I tried to leave behind, catches back up with me.
Everything I tried so hard to forget, hits me with another reminder.
So long have I sacrificed my own life for my family.
I don't do anything really social so i can be there for them...
AND FOR WHAT?!?
SO THEY CAN USE ME FOR MY SKILLS WITH NO PAYBACK
SO THEY CAN BLAME ME FOR TAKING THEIR TIME WITH THEIR LAST MINUTE FAVORS
SO THEY CAN BITCH AT ME FOR HOW I LOOK
SO THEY CAN COMPLAIN AT EVERY LITTLE FUCKING MISTAKE I DO AS I FUCKING TRY MY BEST TO BE A BETTER SON?!?!
WHAT THE FUCK!?!
I DON'T GET SHIT ANYMORE...
I am the black sheep of the family.
I am the black sacrificial lamb, so young, so frail so rejected.
why does things have to be this way?
what did i do for things to end up this way?
I have no life, I have no one...
All i can do is hug my knees and cry me a fucking river like Justin Timberlake.
I know the solutions, but when shit comes crashing down, everything jumps out the window.
I don't know anymore...
I feel like I've just wasted my time...