It's a delicate situation

It's a sickness that has no cure

Much like a headache sometime sleep is the best thing

Sometimes you wake up worse than you were the night before

What happened to that train of thought.

What makes the pen too heavy

What makes the alcohol easier

Why can't I just pick up the pen and write this down  

What power does my mind have to flip on and off the switch of everlasting emotion

Can it truly be this easy to watch your life go by like a sitcom

I still can't figure out if I Am on the outside looking in or am I on the inside looking out.

Maybe is the whiskey shots in The crowded western saloon

Or chain smoking to the thought and desperation of death

Where does the story stop and the man begin