It’s 5am on a Thursday morning
Been up all night
But I’m still not yawning
With my eyes beaming brightly
And my brain frantically racing
I begin to wonder
Is this really what I’m chasing?

I know there’s a void
A hole to be filled
But I just don’t know how
So I go and get pilled
If not I’ll get high
Or stoned or drunk
It really don’t matter
I’ll take any junk
So why do they bother
Continuing to try
To “save my life”
It just makes me cry

The guilt eats me up
Each and every time
Drugs are what I know
I’m totally fucking fine
As long as I can run and hide
Escape life and hopefully my mind
Then why would I stay
Bored and depressed
Day after day
My life such a mess

Everything is erratic
Always up and down
So how the fuck
Can you expect me to stay around?

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