Here I am again in my smoke ridden den
Lost in my thoughts but no where to be found inside your head
Every word unsaid was probably for the best
I'll have to start over with an emptiness in my chest
I wish I was worth something so I could use my confidence
My efforts to be better are masked by the loathing of insignificance and irrelevance
I'll sleep with hate for myself and everything in the world
I can't tell a soul how I truly am because no would want to ask again
And I'll be here the same as I was last year and the ones before
No direction but to just go forward
There's a cliff to my left where I can sink lower
The light to my right is where I can drop all and start over
What I want isn't what the world needs
I tell myself to waste everyone else's oxygen and breathe
It's best to stay quiet because I want no one to know what's underneath
My day will come when I come around...