Should've put me in a bag where I'd be unknown,

left all alone, but I'm not sad

I would'nt have to wish for things I had.

I would'nt even be mad.

Instead I was forced. forced to live an unhappy life.

One that I didn't ask for.

Life is ambiguous

I still don't understand.

living is a demand, it's not really in your hands.

Now I don't know what to believe.

or even how.

what could even be real?

I wish i could make a deal, so I would'nt have to feel.

Or even live the life I live


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