At this table
Tearing the label
On this bottle
I hopelessly coddle
Seeking a solution
For my mental pollution
Time melting away
The longer I stay
Searching for something
Doesn't matter anything
To justify my existence
Which could end in an instance
I wish it would
Do it myself if I could
Chances for hope grows fewer
Told you my mind is like a sewer
Everyday I wake
I feel more like a mistake
It is a cruel world trust me I know
My existence is redundant I will go