I've been lying in my room all day staring at the ceiling, hoping that things will change but they still look the fucking same. Yeah, they still look the fucking same and now all my days and my weeks are blurred, as if I'm living in the shadows of the days where I felt my worst. Only it's worse, but it's not the first or the second time

I think I'm slowly losing my mind because the pages keep on turning but the words are gone. Maybe I'm a little lost somewhere deep inside. They keep on turning, but the words are gone. Maybe I'm a little lost in the book I'm writing. I think that I'm drinking too much and I probably shouldn't keep on storing all this tar in my lungs. Maybe it's time that I drop the drugs and try to get some sleep at night and put an end to this fight

I've been noticing it since before midday, but the lack of sleep has me acting some kind of way. But I don't care what the fuck they say. No, I don't care if I'm a fucking disgrace because there's a reason I've been put on this earth and that's to cause havoc and to unearth and to disturb

Think I'm the first, because my self-worth has been buried alive. Having a fucking good time, and still the pages keep on turning, but the words are gone. Maybe I'm a little lost somewhere deep inside. They keep on turning, but the words are gone. Maybe I'm a little lost in the book I'm writing. I think that I'm drinking too much, and I probably shouldn't keep on storing all this tar in my lungs, but guess what, I fucking love the buzz and I, I want to sleep at night, I want to live my life, have the fuck on please

And just because you don't like it doesn't mean that I can't be me, so fuck the world and fuck your opinion. Fuck the status quo and then fuck the whole system. Peace