i do not like the life i have right now
i complain too much and start to dislike myself
i dance in hopes of passion and end in sadness
i find myself missing the people i should not dwell on too much
i open myself up and pick myself apart
i get mad and fight in the job i don't truly appreciate
i daydream for other days as time comes slowly
i seek peace in times where peace should not be
who am i, to want more out of this life, when life does not have more for me?
give me what you want, oh Lord, for i am desperate to give you my life.