don't judge me if you see me crying
‘cause you don't know what it feels like to be dying
this heart, it's trying, this soul, it's frying
these eyes, they're lying, this life, it's flying
it's temporary and these memories, they're accessories
i'm not looking for the directory, to follow the trajectory
this century, it's like living in a penitentiary, constant treachery
and for us to be, it's not easy, the exemplary
it's supplementary because i've seen things that aren't meant to be
living by example, it's amble, but every once in a while
you take a gamble and you might lose it all, living in shambles
but at least you took a chance and sampled
instead of living by an example