• Staring blankly at the sky
    What a insignificant creature am I
    Just a waste of space
    Running in place
    Dreaming of taste
    I wont get till i die

    Just a small stitch
    In somebody's plan
    I dont mean to b***h
    I just want to understand

    Is my existence something
    Does it make the world flow
    Isn't there something
    That I need to know?

    When my friends die
    Will I be forgotten because
    There is no one to remeber
    That I acutally "Was"?

    Im just looking for answers
    Some words to sustain
    The questions of the universe
    That cant be exlpained