I've had my fair share of sleepless nights Those nights are the nights that I lie awake thinking (Which I must say is quite dangerous for me ) I roll around in my bed Trying to figure out my purpose My mind always brings be back to the same question Does my life really have meaning? I preach to my friends that everyone's life has meaning But I feel like I'm a different case All the religion ******* aside Does it really? In this world the bigger, badder, richer, or better looking always prevail.. So what's to become of the small, weak, middle class, and mediocre? **** I feel myself getting caught up again Getting caught up in the web of depression and anger that I keep weaving for myself I'm a spider that gets caught in her own web I'm desperately trying to escape But these ******* webs just aren't giving I liken my feelings to mosquito repellent My feelings keep everyone at bay They make me inaccessible Inaccessible is pretty great for a ******* like me I derive a certain kind of dark pleasure from being able to say that I have no friends It's easier to pity myself that way Then you came along and ****** my world up Turned it upside down And just as suddenly as you entered my life you left It's as if my world is suspended in mid air I know that I'm about to fall And it's happening slow enough that I can see it But there is absolutely no way for me to stop it And maybe I don't want to stop it ******* it I want that pain I need it To pull me back to ******* reality Because life isn't a fairytale Disney has distorted our views of romance Romance is dead Love is a myth Stop living in your Harlequin novels And get back to the real world Life has no meaning And I have no purpose I was only born to die