I love to sleep I pretend I forget I take it in doses pretending I’m dead and as I awake It’s a shun just to know that I’m ****** into the next day with nothing to show except empty lined pockets turned out just to tell running from this life with soles smooth as hell I neglect all ambition and travel on foot a shadow for companion and at nights I take note that this is not the last time that I will fill this void with ripped up repeats and pieces that don’t fit into my life I’m a traveling band that plays music so solemn a soundtrack to my days spent reused and for joy written on misuse and caution signs beware that one day ill find you and you won’t believe the way my eyes scream for help and you’re the air that I breathe I’m more than depressed more than they say and your time won’t be wasted on a misfit like me I’m more than broken I’m more than just the surface because I used to lose control I misplaced the intentions but now I’m waiting here blind folded bracing my self waiting for the gun to go off hoping ill be blown away and I’ll wake up look into that mirror and know that someday I’ll hear someone whisper… “You’re the one”