My Hands In My Pocket While I Take a Walk

Yup, everything's gone at this point.

Hope, life, and a bunch of other things I thought had meaning.

Life's pointless...

This is a tale I've told many times before.

It's all good though... 

Is the lie I chose to believe.

But there's only so much you can do to ignore.

Pain, strife, and many other things happening.

You'd wake up one morning and discover your man ain't breathing.

Don't worry they all say,

He probably got caught in the turmoil.

That is what you just have to accept.

The wars and this distorted reality,

I've said it before these things can make a grown man cry.

But you won't understand the weight of this statement, until you've sat down and cried.

Life's hard, 

Like really hard,

But it's easy,

Really easy.

You take good, bad, a bit of crime and you're good to go.

But for the sane...

I bet they wish they'd rather go.

Life's pointless. I've made this clear before.

Do you quite understand that there's nothing more.

It's messed up living in this worldm

Where a person who finally sees it's crazy,

Has sunk far too deep to be free.

It's depression everyone calls it,

But I'm quite sure it's the most blissful state you can be in.

You might be hurt, or wish you were dead.

But that's because you finally see that this world is completely in shambles.

And you'd much rather be free, than be caught up in its distorted lies.

I'm just some guy roaming about.

Trying to tell people facts and what stuff are about.