When is my time?
I've been waiting for the chance.
When will I shine,
Stop this foolish dance.

I'm being devoured by small insects,
Picking away at my every sense.
I can't touch, hear, taste, or smell,
Only left feeling like Hell.

An able body but not for the army,
A voice that doesn't need to be heard.
An antisocial edgy ******,
Who wants what he doesn't deserve.

Ever buried yourself with the full intention to get back up,
Then on cue you realize that you have had enough?
Too much **** but no clean water to wash it down,
Left you treading slowly in the Merrimack trying to drown.

Knowing what I want,
And knowing what I can get.
I'd run away right now,
If I didn't feel in your debt.

Don't save us,
Lets fall down.