It is what it is

Hi hello who is it in charge of how I feel
Who is it that’s making my day unreal 
Who are making my captured moments look shit
The feel the need to need to make a smile lit
Who are you that’s saying a house ain’t a home
Who are you judging me behind your phone 
Then I judge my self why do I care 
You can never be right with nothing there
Who are we confronting? It ends up are selves 
The ones sharing hate, nothing to bring in the end 
Just us sat alone with our thoughts and doubtful torture 
Why do we let it happen, let them in, torture 
It just breeds like a flea on a cat 
We our stronger than them, fuck the tit for tat 
I’ll be here always as cheesy as it seems 
Cos life ain’t a bed of roses just our day dreams