Hey will, why don’t you cut the shitAnd tell me who you’re fighting for?If you’re not taking care of yourselfThen what are you here for?I used to think there was an answerIn the music of my youthBut I just read brian wilson’s biographyAnd now I know the truthBecause his father never loved himAnd the band just wanted the moneyAnd dennis was an alcoholicWho drowned looking for treasureAnd everyone who was around himJust gave him drugs and took his moneyHe was dependent on social acceptanceJust like every other humanAnd now I’ve got no one to pray toAnd I’ve got nowhere to stay the nightAnd it’s hard to be here at allI have no faith in lifeTo leave me satisfiedI’ll have these doubts and worriesUntil the day I dieAnd I will not go to heavenAnd I will not go to hellI have no faith in deathTo be anything at all(I feel sickI don’t feel wellWhat a disgusting feelingI don’t like this feelingHow disgustingThis feeling sucks)Some of these things are symptomsAnd some of these are being humanAnd now I’m torn betweenTrying to be a better manAnd trying to accept the man I amThe people that I’ve talked toAnd the books that I’ve readAnd the tv shows and movies that I’ve seenAre all I have to turn toTo learn how to liveBut when? When? When? When?When? When? When will I ever learn?