We search for better means to end out pain,
But it's these drugs that keep us sane.
Numb to it all, we simply exist.
That escape from it all we just can't resist.
Scared of the world, we cower in fear.
Hoping that the end is truly near.
The truth of it all, we know to be just.
The feeling of emptiness, ready to bust.
But we bottle them up, mask them with lies.
To hope they can't see through our dark eyes.