I'm laying in the dark
staring at the ceiling baby.
Why the hell do people have to lie to me?
This is why I find humanity disgusting.
Saw you on the street, Spent the night crying.
I feel trapped in a cell,
I guess falling in love is a crime.
I guess that's why I'm dead inside.
Maggots crawling around in this corpse they call a body.
Call the coroner, hire some actors to portray the mourners 'cause I know nobody gave a fuck.
After the BS funeral pop the tabs and caps on the coronas.
Block my texts but why not accept that I can't have you.
I'm sleepless thinking "What did I do?"
I think now that I was fucking abused.
Cause I would kill anyone who did that to you. Did you even care?
I'm not a fucked and soulless machine!
I'm a god damned human being! And that unfortunately means that I have feelings!
Screw it. Lemme go numb.
Pop a pill. Look everyone! Q-Tip's addicted to drugs!
Ugh. Whiskey burns down my throat.
Grab a gun, rob a liquor store. Now I'm a crook!
I'm a coward. Killing myself slowly and painlessly so why the hell do my hands keep shaking?
I'm sleepless. Thinking material.
"I need pussy. I need a drink. I need some 'scripts. I need some weed."
They all take away the pain.
That comes every time someone says your name.
Fuck it. I'll just play chicken and stare down an oncoming train.
I snap at people that try to help.
None of them know this hell...
Lying in my room, on my bed.
Sleepless. How can I sleep with a broken spirit trying to pick up the pieces?
Nothing left of me but the colors on my back and hanging out my right pocket.
Sleepless.
Drowning.
Thinking of you......
Could've just said you hated me.
