i confess...
growin up i was obsessed with success
but lately
i've been upset cause my life is a mess
i told myself
to accept nothing less than the best
but in the end
you were gone
i was left
i digress
growin up all we see on tv-drugs&sex
it's no wonder
that we stress and stress about what comes next
day after day
we move on taking step after step
but in the end
do we know
if we passed the test?
i regret
having spent all the time that i've slept
no exceptions
till i've met expectations i have set
i press on
put everything at risk till there's silence in my chest
'cause in the end
when i die
i'll have plenty time to rest
