
Sometimes I lay on my bed, quiet, thinking 'bout stuff
How life is hard and some days I just wanna give up
Then I realize, my life ain't even the hardest
I'm lying on a bed, some dudes are lying in garbage
But life hits us hard from all kinds of directions
For every good look comes a bad reflection
Success and Happiness is all we ever wanna see
Too bad they're parallel and they never really meet
Question of the day, which one do you really need?
Which one do you really want? Which one do you believe?
Some people never live to see neither nor live at all
So you figure 'what's the point?', why live at all?
Why give it your all when that's all you got?
'Cause once you give it all up, it all could stop
All we have is us, nah, all I have is me
I'm hoping one day I can be proud of me
So I work all day and 'til can't even remember where I live
'Cause I'm like the Rugrats, I'm never in my crib
I'm just out there grinding, no matter how bad the weather
'Cause I'd rather flip this switch than rub these sticks together
It's hard going through life dealing with matters you can't withstand
I don't need a problem solver, I need a problem hitman
But I guess without 'em we wouldn't value life's lessons
'Cause in a perfect world I still see imperfections
Life would still be hard and I still might wanna give up
But then I wouldn't get to lay down and think about stuff
-Fabine R.