Honestly

It's my life. I decide whether or not it's a big deal and what to do about it.

Torn, confused, desperate, with no plan

Heard, the news?  Yeah s**t hit the damn fan

Yup, might lose, but I’m still the same man

Ha, who knew? Wound up in a strange land

 

Time taken to risk a lot

Time now to take a shot

Forgot to write the plot

Willing to fight or not?

 

Since when do we give in, to win?

It’s not like you must sin to grin

But rationales chime in to say

It doesn’t have to be this way

 

I don’t see why I try to lie

It’s not that high up in my eyes

I can fly with your point though Mike

But will I rise up to that sky?

I tried to find but still I don’t see why

 

It’s my time, it’s my choice

It’s my rhyme, it’s my voice

It’s my climb, it’s my hoist

 

And If I choose to make amends

With God or man or son of Him

Or if I don’t confess my sins

Or offer up my life and limb

I’ll still see where this whole thing ends

But honestly. It shouldn’t be this f*****g grim