Reality Of MY Life The medics tell I'm not gonna make it because I just can't take it , they give me a feeling that I can not just shake it.They tell what to do and how to survive, but I feel my life should not derive just because some pieces of paper decide to be my makers.Why should I listen to them, when all they do it make me cough flem.They tell me I'm mystery and they don't know what wrong. It's always the same songInstead of looking for the answers the push me aside and the think I will go away if they abide their time.Well I'm not giving without a fight. I will keep swinging will all my mightIf i get pushed down I will spit on their face instead of the ground. They're the one who are pushing me to fall, saying I should giver up allTelling me I just have bad luck, that basically translates they don't give a f#ck.They'd rather give a cheap answer and push away, then take the time to look rather then away.They its the system, that it's not them. Well I can tell you that is full shit.