I don't aim.

In a limbo Stuck with what I know Guns akimbo Yet I feel so cold I jump from the pier But the reason's unclear this time I map out a plan But what I can't withstand Is I can't remember why And it's weird that I don't aim No interest in this game Just getting through the day I hope that's okay I hope that's okay Missing you Used to hurt so bad It's been so long I want that feeling back There's pleasure in sadness It's better than blandness That is here What drove my conviction Now comes off as fiction And I could disappear And it's weird that I don't aim No interest in this game Just getting through the day I hope that's okay I hope that's okay I hope that's okay I used to seek out the proper medication But just like letting thoughts run, it has it's pros and cons One side has my right arm, the other has the left I think I've come to realize that neither one is best And it's weird that I don't aim No interest in this game Just getting through the day I hope that's okay I hope that's okay I hope that's okay