I'm getting that feeling again....that feeling that makes me wanna kick the bucket. Someone help! I've got another extreme case of the ****-its.

Feeling pleasure but on the verge of death, temporary relief from a life that's wrecked. In this moment, I'm oddly content but when it all comes down, it's only me I resent. Wallow in regret, continuing my life as a hopeless degenerate.

Why is it always chaos I crave? I swear this restlessness is gonna take me to my grave.

What did I do to deserve all this? How can I get back all the consciousness I've missed?

It seems I can't find a way to fix my mind, endlessly searching for answers I'm never going to find. I wish I could find a better way to pass the time. I know what I'm doing yet act as though I'm blind. In a world with so much beauty, I feel so confined. I'll sit and loathe as life passes by.

Gimme, gimme, gimme...more, more, more. Everyday struggling for that next score. I've become so cynical, life's such a bore. Don't even wake me up, my hard head is fine right here on the floor.

She's got dreamy blue eyes that shine bright, scruffy cheeks and an overbite. She's so strong at heart but feels a continuing sense of defeat. If you listen closely, you can hear her fast heartbeat through the body of a boy set on repeat.

I'm not who think. I'm not who see but you'll never see me as the person I was meant to be.

When the mirror is your greatest enemy. When you're the only person you can't stand to see, it becomes hard to get a grip on your sanity. All along, tried to hide it, tried to fight it but always knew what was wrong with me.

This is a mistake. I can't go on like this I'm an imposter, I'm a fake. I've lost all control and I don't know how much more this girl can take.