Cliched Agony

Born to blues,
Born to loose,
Born to be used,
And born to be refused,
Cast away and sent to hell,
Sure, I’ve got some stories to tell,
Kept in chains and Satan’s thrall,
I try to speak, but my words stall.

Born and bred with a silver spoon shoved down my throat,
I never asked for anything, I always tried to be a ghost,
Present but never there, kept in limbo, kept in tow,
I tried to live, but I cannot lie, it is not my fate now to croak.

When live throws a curveball, I try to dodge the bullet,
The people are like shadows, always there, you can’t avoid it,
They fire away with cowboy precision,
With every draw I miss the decision,
When I speak no one will listen,
Trapped within my body,
Like a labyrinth prison.

Clichéd agony wastes my soul away,
Like a dog without his day,
I appeal to god and pray,
But I can’t find the words to say,
So I step into the fray,
Where hell is other people,
And nothing is o.k.