19 years of your life
You've been told and taught
That you are a son of a superior clan,
legendary legacy of warriors of justice
Who's wisdom and power, skills and good heart
Are thought to be the idials of our time.
But, when you, son of a superior clan
Take off your glasses look at reality
Without the blinding lense of propaganda,
Look into yourself and realize that the things
That you know and are able to do,
Are easily outnumbered by whole millions of other
Things you cannot do.
And then, you start to feel shame,
Regretts appear,
And all the things others tell you
And flatter you
You dont find true or right.
And you start to crack up, feeling so lonely
Feeling the only ones you love and care about
Do not feel the same way about you...

You start drinking, you smoke too much.
Confrot your closest friends slowly finding out
That they care not.
At first you're angry, then sad.
And then, self pitty apears.
And you weap for yourself to yourself
You dont see the sun shining on the next morning
And feeling your days are gone.
And you ask yourself questions of
"Who I am?" "Why Im here?"
And realize it's all for nothing,
That you cannot contrebute nothing to this world
And start thinking of ending this life.
You see that no one stops you...
You're all alone...
Luckely you're drunk and fast asleep,
Knowing the next day would be the same.