Life, it isn't right.
It's difficult and messy,
Don't want to count my blessings,
but I know that I have them.
I feel alone.
Slowy swirling around on my own.
But that's okay.
I'll take it I guess.
Especially when I know my life is a mess.
Messy and nasty and gross,
because we are all humans and all have flaws.
Making it hard to stop and pause
And wait for our moment,
Wait for our day
Wait for our very chance to say
How much we want out
Even if we can't comprehend how much ourselves
It isn't fair
It isn't right
But that doesn't mean I'll give up the fight of my life
Making it right.
It isn't right,
But I'm gonna change that.