It's 1 am
the taste is calling again
another phone in sick
another wake up feeling muggy, here i am again
another wanting to be more
another praying
another , there must be more
another , wheres the suicide door
it cant just be this
there has to be bliss
there has to be smiles
there has to be hugs , kisses
all the things i miss
all the things i crave
no digging an early grave
drink , roll smoke
drink , roll smoke
poison , chemicals
inhaling
better still
pills
thrills
2 hour highs
20 hour lows
2 hour sleeps
24 done
reapeat
bereve
retreat
believe
no ones coming
its you and your dreams
tomorrow again
i wake up and then
its me, alone
just me, no one,
thoughts in My head
the presure
the dread
the fear
the buzz
just me
not us