I am lost
Nothing I feel is right
'Cause it has always been like this
Overtalk to nothing
Mope until my guts turn inside-out
Play with my head and poison my thoughts
Reminisce the good that did or did not happen*
Even the **** I gave and spoke of
Hell would be an appropriate term
Ending the questions I have to endure
Nightmares would be just as fun
Seeing in my sleep as Fantasy would
I've seen a lot
Bore too many
Loved too hard
*Ended in a crash