Purpose

Am I addicted to this?
Am I addicted to being who's doing this?
Shroud with red flags that I chose to miss
And everyday just feels the same

Can I digress?
It's obvious that I'm not quite my best
Could you spare some reassurance
That there's nothing wrong with my brain

Just like these dreams aren't guaranteed
Feeling fine was never promised to me
I want to go, anywhere, that sounds nice
And maybe there I'll find a purpose for this life

I need some rest
This false reality I can't digest
These faces roll by like a cyclist
The vices took hold of my name

Am I worth less?
Or is it worthless, so burnt out and stressed
Constant competition "who is best?"
Bragging bout who's felt more pain

Just like these dreams aren't guaranteed
Feeling fine was never promised to me
I want to go, anywhere, that sounds nice
And maybe there I'll find a purpose for this life



Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Hall
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