I'll be a king

Didn't know for sure where else to put it, so just put it here, enjoy;

Sometimes I just want to die,
'Caus I don't see the point in livin' this lie.
My whole life more downs than up.
And I no longer care when I fuck up.
I thought I found the one to be my muse,
But that turned out to be a temporary ruse.
Now I feel like wastin' away,
And sleepin' every day away.
I still have my ambitions,
But seem to have lost my visions.
For I can't see how to get there.
And certainly can't be fucked to care.

I will be a god, I'll be a lord,
Fuck that I'm just really bored.
I will be a master, be a king,
But I'm too tired to do anything.

As my problems kept piling up,
I just kept feeling sicker.
And tried to wash them away with liqour.
But I didn't have cash to spend,
Thus I tried to find another trend.
Tried to find my way in pot smoke,
And now I've made my friends broke.
Now I've got a cravin' for nicotine,
And can't escape the smokers scene.
I feel too stuck in wantin' to be me,
And wanting to live life freely.

I will be a god, I'll be a lord,
Fuck that I'm just really bored.
I will be a master, be a king,
But I'm too tired to do anything.

Hell, you probably think I feel like shit,
And maybe that IS the gist of it,
But that don't mean that I'm depressed,
I just feel a bit too stressed.
That's why I'm using this to vent,
And I'll go through each event.
So just sit down and listin'
To a guy who's sick of bitchin'.

I'll be a god, I'll be your lord.
'Caus I no longer want to be bored.
I'll be a master, I'll be your king,
And I'm getting ready to change everything.