I’m running out of things to do as I lie awake and think,
To drink to ration out my thoughts no real time to blink.
My stupid mind just leads to paths that only end in sorrow ,
A drunken path that lends to make me borrow.
That in the end I fuck things up so quickly, the only ones that seem to care end up leaving so swiftly .
I lay awake at 4 am in search of things to change,
Not able to sleep , only time to think , of reasons that I am so strange.
A drunken thought just leads to others to blame,
Like it’s not me, when In reality I’m the one that puts my name to shame.
I want to stop but I cannot, I feel so alone
As I sit upon a miserable throne.
I begin to think why am I here
Maybe I just need to disappear.