I can pretend That I want to get out of bed
with out being totally ****** up
but ****** is such inspiration, that I slowly scrape my pods.

And I can pretend that i do anything with total motivation
but the longer i go with out the needle
the more i find myself waiting...
for some day when its not so hard to wake up with out saying
I ******* hate myself and my life.
theres no reason in staying.