Keep suckin' in but it won't get better than this
There's nothing you could do to get any out of it
Don't kid yourself if you know it ain't gonna work
Your mind is immobile but you wish it would go berzerk
Keep on trying, you're not getting any higher
Even from short heights it's a terrible fall
Trapped inside my own head with this misery
Can't escape til I force myself asleep
Can, I, Make it go away?
Can, I, Just rewind this day?
An awful night I spent alone in that house
I wanted to cry but instead sat silent as a mouse
I lost my best friend in space couldn't get him back
He left me far behind as he wandered off track
Trapped in time and imprisoned in my body
None to do but reflect and regret
No good feelings, good thoughts, good senses,
Just a deathly, suffocating depression
I, can't, see behind this wall
I, Want, to beat and scream and bawl
The worst part of all is waking up
With all those feelings heavy in my gut
There's tears that weren't shed the night before
Filling up til my eyes can start to pour
It claws my insides, and feeds off of my shame
Cut this monster out me, no more pain!
Misery, in time, will dull and fade
Regret and boredom grow stronger each new day
Assurances and fantasies
A map to lose me in a dream
But what you see ain't what you get
I'm searching still, I ain't found it yet
I used to be more vigilant
I used to be more hesitant
When did I become such a sheep?
And follow when I used to lead?
Don't want, to gamble my time, all for a hopeless search
Won't be a zombie deluding itself it's in control
(Wanna) Be able to say no, wanna, choose when it's time to smoke
Am I having a good time, or is, this just an empty joke?
It's not too late, to give it up, surrender rather than give in
(But I) Want to relive memories, even, though my attempts in vain
(Wanna) Chase all the thrills that I missed out on all along the way
(Gotta) Be able to discern, boredom, from stimulation
(And) Distinguish if this is depression or elation
It's not too late, to give it up, surrender rather than give in
Make it special, you really gotta make it last
It's true I've lost the standards of my past
But discipline I know like no one else
I still remember just how to enjoy myself
Don't need nothing to obscure the world
But I can choose to blur my mind
I might not be an abstinent
But good God I'm not addicted
Can, these, words, just hold true
Do they, sound, convincing, to you
Am I, buying, into, my lie
We, can, only tell with time
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