I am

questioning the motives of those who call themselves my friend
pondering everything all that I've ever known

For what are we living for
if we can't reach it yet
there's no point in dying for it
there's still no hope yet

I am

wondering about every secret I've told and kept to myself
thinking about everything everyone's ever said to me that I can recall

Why are we trying hard
we help other wither away
I won't die for it yet
and that's what I got to say

I am

asking you why you're willing to for
anything that will get you a name in another life

Because if you want to die for it
your name on a plaque on a wall
then that's all your own choice
no one will catch you as you fall

I am

wondering if all I've ever known are lies and truths I don't want to hear
because after a while each word begins to sound the exact same way

For what I am going to die for
I have yet to decide
if it's the future to die for
I will not let myself subside

I am

willing to hear your side of a story and a bit of the truth
but please understand if a name after you're gone is all you want

I will not listen those who rise above all
who are willing to have others wither away
for their own sins and misdeeds to get where they are
this is what I'm going to say

I am

sick and tired of every lie I think I know I've heard
if you got what it takes don't die for it yet

For what are you dying for?
To live as something below us
so you can be recognized as our hero
long after we're all dead and gone

I am

questioning everyone's motives
this is what it's like to be paranoid
I guess this is a familiar feeling
but I don't think I can stop it

You'll die for an award
a plaque on the wall.

You'll throw it all away
for your name engraved in gold on the walls.

You'll leave it all behind
to remembered in history
for a future that's mystery.

You'll kill yourself slowly
for an eternity of fame
and all the rest of us
are all to blame?

You'd die for a moment
just to gain some attention
I'll tell you what I'd die for
to get something that's worth it
I would not die for the fame
to have my face remembered forever
I would not spit out the lies you have
just to be on a paper
I will be known as a liar
but not in the sense as you are
I lie about being dead inside
and that's about it

But you'd die for the sake of having a name on a wall
you'd die if it meant all the rest for you had to fall

I am

aware what it's like to want to be someone new

but I

will not

throw away my paranoia

or my chances

or my choices

or my own decisions

so you can die

as everyone else goes down and for you takes the fall
just so you can have your name on the wall.