i used to write all the time
where's my motivation
where's my imagination

smoking packs is all i do
why am i so **** confused
i want to hide
i want to run
chasing dreams is not so fun

i feel alone in this big world
i'm like a clam that lost its pearl
my head keeps spinning
i'm not taking i'm not giving
life feels empty but i'll keep on living

the pain is strong but so am i
if i really try i can touch the sky
so i'll keep on fighting through the pain
**** the storms and **** the rain

i can do this there's no doubt
it's just so hard getting off the couch