I just wanna write down my thoughts
While I write something without being caught
For all the wrong that I’ve done be it all for naught

What if I’m not really depressed,
And all I am is stressed
And I really, just need to rest

And I boast
Much more than most
About how my life is like a sea coast

And I think I’m gonna drown
I keep on sinking, down
And now I sit on my bed bound

To be the next big thing
Unable to really speak or sing
And now I cling

Onto life and fall
Matter over mind when I crawl
Can’t even step up to hit the ball

I am just a chameleon
An aspiring Machiavellian
Now I have the look of Mephistophelian

Deep in my eyes
I cannot cry
Tears all dry

Gin and tonic
I’m addicted to toxic
Unaware of how ironic

It’s is to be with someone
I don’t connect with no matter the sun