I we are born to die and we all die to live, then what's the point of living life if it just contradicts?

I feel the madness creeping slowly. Loved by many I'm still lonely.

I've been down a long road, but I promise you, it gets better.

What really bothers me, what gets me mad, is when people don't know the story, but then pretend like they know the story. That's what bothers me. That's what makes me mad.

All that I've learned has faded away.

The more you kick me when I'm down, the more it truly helps.

I am not a monster, I am just a man.