its now that time
to pretend that nothing
hurts, but my eyes
never can stay dry
as long as I'm alone

what if i gave up people
and started smoking
right now that seems
so much more comforting
than putting up with
this **** right here

i feel like I'm dragging
my knuckles along
one never ending
sidewalk of sick minds

or could it be
I am just only
a shadow
there when I'm need
or maybe remembered
for just a minute