Everyone knows the last toes are always the coldest to go.
So life is nothing but one big blur. Everyday is the same every face is familiar and everyone knows I'm losing it. My perception of reality has become a fucking joke and the fever of addiction is arising, In the air you smell death and on my breath poison and there is nothing for you to do about it. You want to see me well you want to see me with you but i cant do it. You asked me how i felt and i told you i dont.. You asked me why i do this to myself and i couldnt reply for i dont even know the answer. I keep hearing a phone ring and i wish it was you. But then i think about everything and i wish it was someone to deliver the news... lets face it my time just started. I have so long to do so much and no matter how hard i try to hid from it i must face it. You suck the life out of me and the worst part is i lead you on. So you want what i want but what if i just want to die? Would you want that? Are the same fantasies in the back of your head? Mine i might have to make realistic i dont know if i can take the pain much longer. Im in the mood for a good beating and no one is strong enough to do it but the one who wont look at my face. Is there something wrong with it, do i not fix myself up to be everything you ever wanted because i know i hate it.