It what you say but dont mean.
Pretty obvious because they all tell you the same,
You can sigh again,
You are fine again,
But am i ever really fine?
As the song plays i try to focus on how its so much what i feel i fucking.hate that too.
Its like for once there are words to describe the emptiness,
The void between well sanity and insanity when i truly belive i am crossing that bridge as we speak.
Why try and be sober feels like your dying
I couldnt agree more.
Why try and stay sober when I'm dying
I am in essence already dead.
No longer angry or happy,
No longer even sad im just stuck.
In a world of black and gray that still revolves and you have to wonder after hearing all of this crap its enough to well....
Wear you out.
Enough to make me wonder why im never sober if in essence my high is off of what?
Where is my immunity and then where is my vengence?
Does it ever end?
The feeling of circles in constant motion?
Wanting to cry but at the same time you have got to stop crawling back under that bridge?
Why I've always been afraid to walk away but the first person to show up.
Defines irony in a world without color.
YOU ARE READING
Referenced
Poesie"You walk in everyday with the same mistake. Your alive. You walk in and out, still no change." -i am a working stiff
