Purpose - Something Else

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