life

Life kind of sucks, always out of luck I could go on for days talking about conspiracies limitless infinity, my introvert energy got me thinking theoretically Do we all have a destiny? What is my purpose? Chilling by the furnace Thinking for my purpose, could it be a person? And if so I feel so nervous, what if they just worsen? Hard to tell when someone's hurting I always feel so uncertain Show's over close the curtain My theory to everything? Wish I had the answer Take a step backwards Think about what matters Take into equation all the factors Jot down possibilities, jot down possibilities in my planner I'm only 17 but my mind is old Life kind of sucks, always out of luck