I felt like RyHmiNg

[buphpmp]

state of sobriety brings to the conclusion
lifes anxiety is just an illusion
a confusn metamorphosis
society forces us
to conform but fuck a mold a break thru like a storm
thunder roarin wind blowin when im breathn
im like the the first dude god kicked out of eden
I change my mood like the sun changes seasons
but these wounds they just continue to deepen
but I ignore it bottle it and store it this rhyme aint got a chorus
b/c life isnt beautiful
look inside see that the feelings probably mutual
the beauty in life is the unusual
but what happens when the unusual becomes usual
is the usual unusual or does life become un-useful
this is crucial
listen to what im sayin suicide is not an option
but with out a purpose to drive and motivate
problems become tangible weight
so handle your fate and
listen to tony
its all great!