What's your greatests concern?

Well here is mine:

I am a broken man
I don't give a damn

My mind is almost gone
My body is but a con

Feelings of truth, frighten
Afraid that things would brighten

My knives aren't sharp enough
I am not really that tough

My believes don't exist
Of lies, my life consist

My pain has got no reason
My soul is charged with treason

I have no vision of the future
I am too good with a suture

I care too much
I feel too much

The "lines" are fading away
I don't want to be a cliché

The times I'm praying
If I should be staying

That I am alone
That I am a stone

That I'll go insane
Never to work on a plane

That I wasted my short life
I've never felt real strife

To not die by my own hand
Never becoming anything grand

That I'll lose my soul
To never reach a goal

That I'll never be loved the same
That it's all just a game

What if my heart grows cold
I don't want to get that old

Not knowing what is my purpose
That my emotions will surface

I might kill myself
To be on a "shelf"

Should I fool around and round
Will I ever find solid ground

What if I wasted my chance
That I never loved to dance

To die filled with regrets
That everyone forgets





TO BE STUCK