Dusk to dawn
I swallow my pills
I waken the night, with eyes blood shot red from the weeping

tossing and turning, not comfy at all
I light the day up with my smirk, and dampen the day with my frown

never enough minute's in the day to get all the ideas off my brain
trying like hell to finish thousands of unfinished projects
from a messy home, room, everywhere
filth I live in filth.

I seek the peace in the mess, which i never seem to find
all around I grasp for just another blur day, where my mind plays tricks on me...