i'm not trying to fix it;
just explain it to myself.
i'm not very good
BUT ATLEAST I TRY.

i'm not insane
and the rest of you aren't normal.
but isn't that what
the people in the mad house say too?
you think i'm with you
but i'm not even with myself.

do you really think i want your
PITY money?
i can get my own..
one day.
and if it's not real to one of us
can it really be real at all?
it takes two right?
yeah it does..
and all i'm feeling here
is an emotional BUZZ.
if you fill up my glass a few more times..

i might make love
and i could even make history.
just think.. we could make love
after we fall in it..
but i'll never feel above you
and to me beauty will ALWAYS
be a mystery..
in my own face.
that's what happens when you
lose your faith.

i guess there wasn't enough
to go around..
so you suck it out.
but how much can you really take?
there has got to be a limit..
but you pay no attention to anyone's rules.
make some fake stuff;
break more little girl's hearts.

divorce
sex
drugs
alcohol
assholes
abuse
emotion
tongues
willpower {vanished}
and lies..

can't forget that.

don't forget you turned on the tap either.
let it fill up and drown me.
but i guess it's okay
you had the "human decency" to drain me after.
squeezing out the juice;
now i lay lifeless on the ground.

i wonder who's ground it is
and who else has layed here..
it's the end
but it's not over yet.
{when did it even start?}

ready?
set?
GO.
{i guess you have to know what you were talking about 
first.. retard.}

but you were just too
FUCKING SLOW.