Dig It

I'm living my term in hell that's all I can see I'm not wasting my life my life is wasting me me me my lift is wasting somewhere out there my life is wasting in fear down here my life is wasting away today my life is wasting me time is passing I don't know why I'm here time is wasting but I still live in fear paranoid visions of what I gained falling down can't find one place where I feel calm and sound no one knows my vision is what I see depression seeks out, takes what is left of me can't comprehend anything that's happening try so hard to gain but still end up dismantling it's a treacherous world danger is everywhere try to find someone no one seems to care life's too close too close for all of us we breathe we live because we think it's a must lifes tight fisted punch knocked me down to the floor picked myself up then I came back for more everytime I comeback the punched get stronger and then I mention to myself I can't take it any longer I can't take it any longer with every passing moment of my life I realize more and more I am the target my mind is the shovel and my soul is the casket digging my digging my grave digging my grave I like living much less than you do I'd like to put you through what I've been through this could be heaven this could be hell so close to it but I'm far as well death is on my mind it acts as a prison cell and everytime I think I become more hostile hostile dig it exhausted with living life will take its toll so I'll throw myself to the bottom of the hole cover me with dirt a shovel for each pain look up at all the people as they stand in the rain mothers face is hund now fathers face is still they didn't realize it was me that I would kill my life is over now no afterlife for me now that I'm dead dirt is all I see dirt is all I see dirt is one with me