There Are Times

There are times I feel so out of place.

There are times I just need some f'in space.

There are times I wish I could be erased

and leave this behind without a trace.

 

I'm a failure, a disgrace.

A wasted line upon the page.

But it's just fine, it's all the rage.

I play my part upon the stage.

 

Cause life is ugly, it's been defaced,

broken down and debased.

It's all around, I am encased

by dark ideas of death's embrace.

 

They say you'll see just have some faith.

They don't see the pain that's underneath.

The constant rain comes down in sheets

and fills up the hole inside of me.

 

But I'll keep walking these mean streets

and I'll keep writing on these clean sheets.

Head still nodding to my own beats

as phantom crowds fill up the seats.