I'm tryin' so hard,
To find the words,
To create a rhyme,
Like them rappers do.

It ain't easy,
And it sure needs skill,
To put together a phrase that kills.

I'm doin' it to relax,
To find peace,
To search within,
But why isn't it working?

Maybe I should try mutilation,
Suicide seems ideal,
But what hurts the most,
Digs deep down below.

My heart's crying out,
It needs a king,
Of solemness,
It seeks a death wish.


I've tried too long to be oblivious, to be unnoticed, to be a John Doe, to be without sin.