Weak
If I'm of the healthy
Life is as it should be
Why is it just penalty, then penalty, then penalty
Not cursed with insanity
Function with humanity
Yet every second bothers me, it bothers me, it bothers me
Standing like a tower
With chance to devour
But every moment's sour, more sour, more sour
I'm letting my false power
Bloom like a spring flower
When in truth I just cower, I cower, I cower
The answer that I seek: I am of the meek
Every passing day I'm feeling so damn weak
Autor(es): Denim Skull