The Riddle

Low low, somehow i feel solo

wished i lived life, like that kid in old photos

got to go to school, 

because a degree, it is needed,

but than i think

if it's something i really believe in?

So inside it’s just a little boy screamin’

But outside is just an average happy fat dude livin’

But am i really livin?

this wasn’t my vision

in the bigger picture, i’ve aways dreamed of a life with some-kind of meaning...

So by day, I’m reading,

At nights, i’m sleeping, 

or perhaps i contemplate, but usually thats shitty during evenings.

with my smiles, i deceive em

but my feelings, i can’t fake it.

So i pray at night that the devil will not take

my soul, and also that i stay strong that it won’t break,

alas, theres only so much a lame like me can take,

So my shoulders carry weight.

my knees, they shake,

my feet they sink, 

into the sands of depression,

i can’t control my situation.

so, low low.

...I'm a Banana

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