You know what scares me?
The process of self destruction
And the long road of reconstruction
And honestly it's such a dramatic productionBut I'm sick of repetition
And the constant feeling of deprivation
And all the fucking desperationAll the betrayal and deceit
Just brewing at our feet
Making us simple sacks of meatBut when will I stop surviving
Start living
Truly start thrivingBut I'm too far gone
I can't even imagine the next dawn
And the idea of another year makes me fawnI can't save my life
Cause I'm starting to miss the strife
And the feeling of a jagged knifeI've lost all I was
I've forgotten what someone like me does
And I don't even know the cause
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
Words of a Mad Man
ПоезіяWe are mad. Some of us more than others, and some of us are less. But we are all mad.