My Century

It’s alone at the top, lonely at the top

They don’t know what it’s like to be alone
Just me and my throne and
When I wake up, stare at the screen
Double-click, drag, there’s me

Why must I endure all of this pressure
I just wanna make music, make the world better
But nothing comes for free
And rent has to be paid before I buy my weed

I don’t know what I see
I don’t know if I’m even me
Dead to the world, it seems
I’m only living life through my dreams

And the day to day grind is only between
My true passion and lust to be
Artistically expressive, creatively questioned
Intelligent, is this a blessing?

I am addressing, finally letting out
All of these things that are so upsetting
Removing doubt

And I am addressing, finally letting out
All of these things that are so upsetting
Removing doubt and

Wellesley and Drake
The street corner where I spend most of my day
Choked up, is help on the way?
Will I be released from this gray

And black and white, desaturated
Feels that overcome my bright
Rainbow of colors
Where is my lover? Where are my friends?

Only few people sticking by me ‘til the end
You know who you are and I will make amends
If this offends or if I pretend
To put on the face which erases my disgrace

But no, not forever, you can’t run forever
Must break down and cry sometimes, oh, no, never
Fallen feathers of birds overhead
Escape to the sky, somewhere we only see when we’re dead

And I am addressing, finally letting out
All of these things that are so upsetting
Removing doubt

And I am addressing, finally letting out
All of these things that are so upsetting
Removing doubt and

Am I concluding my dreary entry
Into this journal named My Century
December weather, tough like my leather
Jacket, you can have it

It won’t keep me warm any longer
Forgive me, I’m torn
And if you check the right pocket
You will discover my inspiration in the form of quotations

I strive to change the mindset of a race
A species, human pieces
Littering my brain
Just enough fragments to make out a frame

And the picture inside is bad thoughts that died
And those we must acknowledge
Or lose grasp of the future
Return to negative thinking, turn around, just shoot ya

What has become of me?
Am I distant? Do I sleep?
What have I done with my dreams?
Are you listening as my veins seep?

Trees weave and I’m caught beneath
Struggle, survive or OD like Heath
It hasn’t quite gotten to me yet
But Heath, I understand completely

I’m torn up, I’m sometimes
Sometimes it’s just on the edge

I am addressing, finally letting out
All of these things that are so upsetting
Removing doubt

And I am addressing, finally letting out
All of these things that are so upsetting
Removing doubt and