my everything?

it used to be the persuit of happiness

it used to a person

it used to be music

but things start to worsen

then it was myself

and how i looked

trying to find answers

from inside a book

then it was Andrew

and his charasmatic evil

i worshipped like a dog

but it proved to be lethal

then it was self improvement

trying to change

the wondering why i couldn't be great

then it was death

of myself, the blood

as brutal as possible

dead in the mud

but now

i dont know

nothing i guess

my everything is knowing

i don't know shit