All my sunny days have gone away. I stay inside most every day. Clouded minds never get shit done but when we are dumb there is such thing as fun. I wish you'd all just stay away, but when we're together I feel OK. Serotonins gone and so are you, my brain is fucked nothing is new.

I wish I could just stay sober and enjoy life without dying. Getting closer to it everyday yet somehow I'm still OK and I'm not even trying.

There's no point in nearly everything, til the day that ya lose it all.
Never had purpose for anything.
So why even stop at all?

Making haste of my better days to make waste if all potential the failure exponential but the memories are critical. Everyday I'm pushing my luck, Not worrying or giving a fuck, about my health or anyone's opinion on anything.
Another day another way, stay fucked up or make a change, Days N' Daze are days away and only a late night coffee stain away. Wallowing in your own shit, trying to make a point out of it. Comatosing on self medication is only good for inebriation.

I wish I could just stay sober and enjoy life without dying, but when I'm alone there's only me getting fucked up without you!

What's the point in doing anything? You'll end up losing it all.
There's no point in really anything,
So why even try at all?

Why even try at all?

I slur way through this confession, been sippin and sliding through most of my nights been white pony riding in a race against time but when the high wears off I'm snorting this finish line. Brutalized my mind to forget all the things that I've lost that I'll never get back. 6 pack at my side drinking myself blind and I just might take it too far tonight, come on!

I wish I could just stay sober and enjoy life without dying. Getting closer to it everyday yet somehow I'm still OK and I'm not even trying.

I wish I could just stay sober and enjoy life without dying. but when I'm alone there's only me getting fucked up without you!