Hope

Sorry it's hard to get passed this I can't sleep I'll stay awake f*ck this You told me you'd close the door I don't want this anymore Bedtime, my pill set's on the corner Of the kitchen counter Eyes shot red I'm so tired I wanted to stay up later F*ck this another day with a tension headache My attention span is lower than I've ever expected I'm not worried I think about it all the fucking time I'm not sorry I'm going out of my fucking mind I'm not worried about it I think about it all the fucking time I'm not sorry I'm going out of my fucking mind F*ck this she said I'm going home I've had enough of this I Don't want anything to do with you you're useless I guess that I'm afraid of every small reaction You blame it on all me when you have the addiction I'm not worried I think about it all the fucking time I'm not sorry I'm going out of my fucking mind I'm not worried about it I think about it all the fucking time I'm not sorry I'm going out of my fucking mind I've been laying on your bedroom floor All I could say is I wish you here I know I've said this ten thousand times before But I'm fine but Am I fine I'm not worried I think about it all the fucking time I'm not sorry I'm going out of my fucking mind I'm not worried about it I think about it all the fucking time I'm not sorry I'm going out of my fucking mind