And that's it.
And this is it.
Left alone in an unfamiliar room;
Trying hard not to feel tragic.

Yea, I might stay up,
But I won't do anything indecent.
I can't think too clearly with this constant ringing in my head.
Despite this.
In sight of this.
Blindsided by this.

I wish.

My sober dreams freak me out.
(Is that a good enough reason?)
This is the only way I know how to escape the memories of things that never actually happened.
(Won't you help me out?)
My convictions leave me full of doubt.
I'm caught up in absurdities.
Awash in irony and drowning on beliefs.
Please throw me a life saving word that can define me.
Just spell it out -
before I lose myself.

How can one grow a plant,
And only water it when it's wilted?

How can one turn to love
Only when it is feeling guilted?

How can one change its ways
After years of growth stilted?

He must learn to overcome
Every obstacle, every day

Love should be respected
I feel I've only neglected