The waves of this world crash and bend, with rain and whispers in the wind, the suns so bright that it blinds my eyes, this world is full of darkness and lies, they say the grass is greener on the other side, but sometimes you just wanna run and hide, this world is cruel and people are cold, it's always the same no matter how old, the gravity of this rage pulls me down, everyone wants to push me around, i hate this world more than you know, as the waves rush me to and fro, they come after me again and again, i try to get back up but they drag me back in, so i'm stuck in this angry sea, i guess this is where i'm meant to be.