Analysis of My reality

Couple of beers at the river
Yeah, that right I'm a sinner
What Can I say
Im full of excuses for the way I behave
I may look like I'm at your side
But my mind just went blind
I like to play many roles
Only to realize we're all someone's dolls
We´re all chasing the same purpose
Escape from our death sentence
twist this fucking plot
I´m getting sick of looking for the perfect slut
People try hard to look charismatic, how silly
I find it quite a mystery
the way people brag about their own misery
When someone starts talking about friendship
People quickly give tipos learnt from their relationships
It's not drama, we´re not making a show
Don´t bother, sometimes it's just snow
I hate everyone, I like everyone
Don't try to make a conexion
I didn't ask for your comprehension
I chose searching for meaning instead of believing
Now I'm left with the outcomes
What a shame, it could´ve been something worth living.