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What is the true purpose of man?
Now I can finally see
All you ever wanted with me
To take a stolen kiss
For a moment of tangible bliss
You ask me out on a date
The first time that we met
The second time we see each other
With an urge for kissing you smothered
Stupidly I was your toy puppet
I had the choice to speak and stop it
But I let the charade continue
Maybe I’d find something different in you
I know there is a part
Deep down in that hidden heart
That believes in love and romance
You just have to give it a chance
I know you think we’re too young
And that I’m too high strung
But I’m just a hopeless romantic
This may make me a bit frantic
And hard to handle at times
Because I let it linger in my mind
But who am I If I don’t think
Things can happen as quickly as a blink
I have to contemplate my actions
And try to figure out reactions
Who am I? I’m totally lost
Every night in my bed I turn and toss
Not knowing if I feel shame or disgust
Because I gave in to worldly lust
By looking for pleasure in all the wrong places
Putting on masks and trying different faces
It’s that life becomes monotonous and listless
Making everything seem so hopeless
On one side I am told to go with the flow
To take risks and not to stick to what I know
On the other hand, I feel a speck of hope
Reminding me to overcome the downward slope
To keep in mind there’s a sunny side up
Maybe there is such a thing as true love
What to accept? What to believe?
I wonder if clarity I’ll ever receive
I wonder if some day I’ll be worry free
If someday nothing would trouble me
If there is such a thing as being in peace
And all of a sudden your happiness increased
I wonder if such blessings truly exist
Or are they just myths that should be dismissed
Maybe I should stop analyzing every little thing
And just accept life for what it brings
But I feel that with it comes a loss of control
I imagine myself pleading for parole
Why do I have such an extremist conscience?
Always examining every single action
It’s not about having any regrets
I just have difficulty with what to accept
And also what not to accept
I don’t even know what to expect
They teach you not to have high standards
Because this world is filled with assholes and bastards
It’d be so much easier to flee and escape
And hurry back to the situation once it’s too late
Why can’t things be easier?
Everyday people just get busier
Why can’t we understand?
The true purpose of man
