Deprived

I'm born I'm lived I'm eat I'm drink I'm dead This is just a cycle Can't be broken Have I done something good Maybe, I haven't Days keep going on But, I'm still stuck in my mind 'Deprived' That's what I choose Have my deprived mind keeping me in here? Or, I just don't have a leg to move on yet? My mind is my feet But I guess I don't have a mind Just to think that "I Have Leg" I'll be here for forever And forevermore Goodbye, Future Nice to know you exist, but not for me.