The pressure is real
Its all self inflicted
The pain I feel
The failures are mine
No one will help me
Stop looking for a sign
The cross is yours to bear
You called them shit kickers
Stop looking for life to fair
You went and got a shit kicker job
You never wanted it but you gave it everything
You think your life’s hard, having a sob?
And why? For what?
Ignoring your dreams?
Honest to god, you have done diddly-squat
Why do I keep living in my head?
No one cares
Why don’t I understand that one day I will be dead?
It all doesn’t matter, just give what you have to what you love
Clear your mind
Stop thinking of what your life is void of
Listen to God, clear the distraction
Stop looking for credit and start doing the work
And maybe for once, get some traction
I feel like sometimes I have nothing left to give
I am starting not to care anymore
Its yourself you need to forgive
Stranger in Sydney 