Brightnomore

Always gonna fail in life, its destiny All my pals can see the best in me But not me, my life's monotony, I guess, probably Trailing thru the room with my shoes untied Standing under the bottle tree, fizzling gluttony Don't know if I'm doing it consciously, maybe prophecy I'm a wannabe but I don't wanna be anything but free Guess I wanna be me, not apart of the scene I wanna see Jesus or any kind of reason A slither of a meaning to all of this grieving Doing just fine but my nan keeps crying Scared of the dark, unable to lie in I see it in her eyes every day she's trying Honestly to me it's terrifying It's Christmas day I'm so high, I let my best garms drip-dry Mother passing me mince pies, hope that my heads screwed on right I'm uptight and I always feel a bit shite My eyes bare red cos I got no sleep last night What the point in leaving, I'm coming back inside? And what the point in living if everyone dies? I lied, I'm fine. I've got shriveled insides I can't see light as bright no more It's not a path out the tunnel, it's a one way street like a funnel Funny... ha ha