drugs and other love.

what the fuck is happiness

mama i don't know

seems like here lately

time's been moving so slow

and fuck global warming, this world is so cold

got me feeling numb, frostbite, 20 below

smoking away all my problems

depressed and taking bong rips

breakfast always consists of my two scripts

 

prozac so i'm not a maniac

xanax to keep the panic back

nightmares made me an insomniac

but i'd rather be asleep than ever go back

to where reality can touch me

to where nobody loves me

to where even my parents

they won't hug me

always wanted love, ended up finding drugs

every day i ask myself

will it ever be enough?

to fill up the holes in my heart,

and stop me falling apart

life is just another thing never wanted to finish after i start.

every second inching closer to my grave

nights are fading into day, fuck it time never mattered anyway