Why was I so looking forward to this? At least before, the smoke filled the emptiness. There's no big change in being sober Except for the fact that my frown won't turn over. Now it seems only loneliness stayed I can remember things better but who wants that anyway? At least before I wanted to live. I had something to live for, some comfort to get. I would rather just forget my dreams If it meant that I wouldn't always want To rip at my seams Till they bleed and they bleed And I bleed no more.