Maybe we're addicted to pain
Or maybe addicted to empathy
Some of us like attention even when it's our enemy.
I'm still looking backwards when importance lie ahead of me
I still think about the past even though I move steadily
Face fronted
I confronted the problem
You could have a problem and 300 ways to overcome
Undo what's not yet done
Changing a way also will change an outcome
Outcome of the day Will always be the night
Outcome of a night will still lead to a day once you put your head down and rest it away
Rest it away
I sleep away the pain
Smoke it all up
Emotions down the drain
I can't sleep without it
Running through my veins
Underneath my mask
My brain won't think the same
Smoking to forget but through
Sobriety I remember
I sleep away the pain like hibernation in December
I'm never tired these days
I just sleep so I'm not awake
