I felt distant.
I felt angry.
I felt lonely,
But not alone.
I felt empty.
I felt restless.
I felt crazy,
Right to the bone.

There are times when I wake up
And it seems so still & cold.
The whole world is sleepin
And slowly growin old.
I feel like screamin
But I am not that bold.
I hear the comin of the rain.
I need some morphine for the pain.
I am just a no one who has simply gone insane
And I don't know why.
Pick up the gun it's time to die.

I'm a loser.
I'm a gambler.
I'm a loner,
Found in a crowd.
I'm a boozer.
I'm a rambler.
I'm the stoner
Up on my cloud.

There are times when I'm sleepin
And the sweat it soaks my bed.
The pain has me shakin
And the demons fill my head.
My pulse it is racin,
But I'm already dead.
I hear the comin of the rain.
I need my morphine for the pain.
I am still the no one who has simply gone insane.
And I don't know why.
Pick up the gun it's time to die.

I'm still crazy.
I feel shitty.
I'm still restless.
I feel numb.
Am I lazy?
Such a pity.
Guess I'm blessless.
Guess I'm dumb.

There are times when I'm walkin
With no where left to stay.
The whole world is talkin
But they have nothing to say.
The sun is bright & shiny
But it's still a rainy day.
Cause I hear the comin of the rain.
Still need the morphine for the pain.
I am still that no one; you have labeled me insane
And I don't know why.
Pick up the gun it's time to die.