I met a man,
He spoke his name.
I cant recall,
Tell me again.

He spoke it loud,
He spoke it clear.
"Why don't you go clean out your ears?"

My mind is clouded,
Skies are grey.
Why do I feel
This way each day?

We've lived a thousand lives before,
And we're doomed to live a thousand more.

Give up on Love,
Give up on Lust.
Even statues always Rust.

But I'm kind of a poet.
Not the real kind though
I only write,
When I feel depressed.
It's almost like,
I become Possessed
or Obsessed.
Not really though.
Just watch my show.
Just read my book.
I'm of the hook.

I now forget.
My best chance yet.

Why, tell me why do I feel so cold?
Maybe it's because I always do as I'm told
But something deep inside me says to **** it away,
cause every single day feels exactly the same.

I feel it in my head,
I feel in my heart,
It's time I let my own world come on crashing apart.

I hate these thoughts inside my head,
They hate me too they want me dead.
I wanna run away forever,
I'll let them know I'm getting better.
Every thought inside my brain,
I wish that they would go away.
I am my own worst enemy,
but maybe thats supposed to be.

I feel it in my heart,
I feel it in my head,
They won't even care about me until I'm dead.

Why do I stick around when I'm not even wanted?
Maybe its just me but it seems so ******* ironic.
I sit and I wait for some kind of change,
But every single day is still exactly the same.