stress brought on by the real world.
I cant let it get me down. just when I thought,
I got ahead, they pull me back inside.
in the real world, you're judged by what you have.
in the real world, your integrity doesn't mean a thing.
I am my own worst enemy),
and my own best friend.
I torture myself with pointless endeavors.
opportunities not knocking down my door.
I've got to make my own. sometimes it seems so pointless,
but I've got to forge on.
when all is lost.
I've got to, I must forge on.
what's inside's not broken, it's a part of who I am.
and who the hell are you to say that there's something wrong.
wrong with who I am.
society's my worst enemy.
conscience my only friend.
reach for something real.