Nowadays, ain't nothing easy for nobody.
Your moms always thinkin' you going through a phase, a change
Never knowin' how much you're hurtin'.
When was the last time you looked into her eyes
Made her realize
That what you're going through is not a phase?
Your eyes aren't hazed
You're very much aware of the pain surrounding you
You can hear the howling screams in your mind at night
Too tired to sleep, too tired to fight
But you choose not to watch the evening news
God, for what?
Hunger, pain, destruction, war, life, strife, hate, fate, and finally, death.
So much death. So much unnecessary loss of life.
Yes, you're very much aware of the pain surrounding you.
You'd just rather try to live normal.
But your moms thinks you're just a kid
Naive
Ain't seen nothing worth learning from.
But she don't know that nowadays, ain't nothing easy for nobody.
There's temptation all around.
The Devil knocks on your door every God-given day
And begs you, pleads you, tempts you, to take a look at his side for once.
Many times you give in
Many times it's hard not to
And you wish you could tell your moms how you feel
Without being judged
Without holding a grudge...
But your moms thinks you a normal kid.
Ain't experienced nothin' worth sufferin'.
But we out there know that ain't the truth 'cause we feel you.
And sometimes you feel like a cheat, like you ain't being true.
Just 'cause so many people don't know you, for you.
The battles inside your head, the war that leaves your soul dead.
Withered and broken
Hey now, a little glue here, a little tape there
And you got yourself a brand new shelter to hide yourself in.
Nobody's got to know.
This right here is secret.
Heh, but your moms thinks you're just going through something else
Fuck it, man. This was the hand you were dealt
But yes, you're very much aware of the pain surrounding you.
Hell, you're very much aware of the pain IN you.
But you'd rather try to live normal.
Talk, laugh, cry, dry them tears, wash them fears, drown in sorrow, return all you borrowed...
'Cause you know this is the checkpoint.
You're edging closer to the finish line and you're ahead of all the rest.
But your moms thinks you're just being moody.
It isn't her fault.
Things like this just happen this way.
Ain't nobody tellin' where it comes from.
It just hits you, BAM! This is my only way outta this mess, outta this stress.
Because you're very well aware of the pain surrounding you.
And so you scoff and you gloat, you ain't ever gonna have to feel pain again.
Not once this is over.
No more heartaches and heart breaks, tears, fears, pain, and finally, death.
No more death, besides your own.
You write your farewell and you kiss them all goodbye.
And your poor moms... hell, she ain't got a clue.
It isn't her fault.
She never knew you much.
She just thought you were some teenager set on being angry and opinionated.
Your poor moms.
But that's all over now.
Because you were very much aware.
And now that pain is for someone else to bear.
I guess the Devil got his wish after all.
See you on the other side.