The Cure For Existence Is Futile

I've got to find something Some kind of cure For everything that hurts I've got to cure Loneliness Heartache Repitition Stares Insults Emotions I've got to be quick about it Smart and quick I've got to be myself I've got to be less human Less alive I've got to be Even when I don't want to be I've got to breathe I've got to give in I've got to blend in I've got to be discreet I've got to be here there then now numb awake I have to know when to stop I have to never give up Sometimes I have to pretend Conceil who I truly am But no longer does this matter I've been quick I've been smart I've been to the top But now I'm here at the bottom Here to stay for a while Here On business On holiday Forever Only in my mind Just to waste time On Display Waiting for my escape I once tried to force it Tried to break free But it wasn't my time That's why I'm chained Why I'm beaten dry of cries And these clothes I make who they are They don't make me anything When they thought it was over I fought back some more I think they need me It is said that I'm wanted dead But still, I am here Searching for this made-up cure Unable to shed even a single tear I refuse to fear I live only to perceiver I'll never quit My existence is the one cage I'll never escape