I can't stand it
Trying to be happy is draining
Draining the blood away from the heart
Heart that bares old pain
Pain that never leaves you alone
Alone I always feel
Feeling the drain
Your head on the floor, eyes go asleep
Asleep I always feel, never know what’s real
Real is a matter of opinion, or maybe a matter of question
Questions are old and rusty, I’m tired of asking
Asking if this is the reality I wanted
Wanting to go asleep
Could their be a way out of this or am I dreaming again
Again I can’t tell
Tell me I’m a sane person
Person, tell me something damn it!
Damn it I’m always angry
Angry is a state, a state that I’m getting use to
Use to make sense
Making sense doesn’t happen in dreams, I must be dreaming again.
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