Am I doom cause I struggle to sleep 

Am I useless cause I can't find any meaning in a useless job

Am I destined to drown cause I prefer to swim with  shark 

Am I on the brink because I dunno how to step back 

Am I always going to wear these scars cause like the soilder who's home so long but doesn't known how to stop fighting or what to fight for 

Is there a difference between need and want maybe I just to use to struggled 

To use to holding on till it burns I become to afraid of I let go the cold might set into my bones 

For the only think worse then a rebel without a cause is a fool who denials the opportunity to change 

Am still trying to work out which one I am.