Is the whole world against me,
or is it me against myself?
Is it fate that holds my future,
or is it me that creates my fate?
Does the devil make them do it,
or is the world just becoming mean?
Does it break my spirit,
Does it make me strong,
Does it make me like them,
or does it make me my own?
I’m so tired of judgment,
from those who will be judged.
Am i really that bad,
or do they just need blood?
I feel broken inside,
yet i feel inspired to break free.
Do I keep on forgiving,
or do I just fly away.