You think I want to
Be like this? I don’t. I want
Peace and contentment.
But I’m driven to
Push and seek and endlessly
Writhe in agony
For some unknown cause.
Discontentment is my fate.
My purgatory.
You think I want to
Be like this? I don’t. I want
Peace and contentment.
But I’m driven to
Push and seek and endlessly
Writhe in agony
For some unknown cause.
Discontentment is my fate.
My purgatory.