Second best, is this a test. never feeling good enough. Means life can be really tough.can I escape the nest. If there was a choice, I'd probably choose wrong because the only way I know how to survive, is by barley holding on. Sensitive and sometimes weak, in a world that has so much to say, yet doesn't know how to speak. So much noise that does not stop, endless echoes of memories i can't block. One foot in front of the other, six steps back. A little prayer, praying this isn't the time I crack. Daydream existence as I walk this path once more, numbing the brain popping away, take some more to settle the score. The magic pill, that comes with a bill. For you feel no more, for the rich or the poor and nothing at all, you are life's fool, wasting your years hiding behind fears. When will this stop. Hopefully, maybe before I drop.