What's up with you? What's down the line? What's right beside me? What's left of this? How is it that so often I will sit here wondering of what my life consists Playing over in my mind the last few day Why I bother to exist What's keeping me from slitting my wrists Call me emotional Or call me weak Call me an irrational teenager But what does it all come down to? What's up above us? What's down below? What's right or wrong? What's left of me?
I think it's okay, but I'm not sure if I like the questions in it. Because at one stage, it was a bit confrontational for me, but I like the rhyming scheme in the 2nd and 3rd stanza. 6/10 for me.