Somedays i'm wasting away, others I'm feeling great
even with a lot on my plate I can satiate
my need
my want
a desire for attention and camaraderie or is it companionship

I'm afloat,
on a ship,
one that we all call loneliness

I'm gonna sink,
I can't swim,
this whole trip's just been hit or miss

and I don't know what I even want anymore
i've convinced myself of something
i don't know if i can afford
and
If i write more checks my *** can't cash
maybe i can finally be bold, or brash
relax,
they say just let it all happen

I don't know what i want or what's going to work out
but maybe in the future i can workout
and get my personality ****** out,
finally not an *******,
right i wish, like **** no

i'm never gonna be done but maybe i can finally get a *******
start on my life and do something for once
instead of wasting time and just sitting on my *** falling apart seam by seam like stacks of paper, reams and reams, i'll see you all in my dreams it seems like i'm done i'm finished, i've won, it's over, i'm gone, goodbye friends, lovers, enemies, goodbye.