Something that doesn't matter...
Doing what I do best, isn't as satisfying anymore
Doing what I do worst, is even more difficult in such times.
Seeing the people I love, is less enjoyable with the veil of sadness covering my face
Seeing the people I hate, causes just that much more sickness and animosity in my heart.
Being happy, is something that is unattainable
Being sad, is inevitable.
Feeling well, is far from my position
Feeling sick, is my position.
Loving to love, is too hard
Loving to hate, is too easy.
Focusing on the ones who care, makes them ever more blurry
Focusing on myself, is blindingly clear.
Caring about life, is irrelivant
Caring about death, is consuming.
Looking at my love, is painful
Looking at my blood, is soothing.
Drowning pain with help, is useless
Drowning pain with liquor, is effective.
Problems of others, I will not help
Problems of mine, I wish for help.
Fucking for love, is a lie
Fucking for lust, is truth.
Dying when you're supposed to, is pointless
Dying when you choose to, is the way to eternal bliss....
Doing what I do worst, is even more difficult in such times.
Seeing the people I love, is less enjoyable with the veil of sadness covering my face
Seeing the people I hate, causes just that much more sickness and animosity in my heart.
Being happy, is something that is unattainable
Being sad, is inevitable.
Feeling well, is far from my position
Feeling sick, is my position.
Loving to love, is too hard
Loving to hate, is too easy.
Focusing on the ones who care, makes them ever more blurry
Focusing on myself, is blindingly clear.
Caring about life, is irrelivant
Caring about death, is consuming.
Looking at my love, is painful
Looking at my blood, is soothing.
Drowning pain with help, is useless
Drowning pain with liquor, is effective.
Problems of others, I will not help
Problems of mine, I wish for help.
Fucking for love, is a lie
Fucking for lust, is truth.
Dying when you're supposed to, is pointless
Dying when you choose to, is the way to eternal bliss....