The sadness keeps me up at night
while the memories of ******* up
seep through
sober doesnt look far from drunk anymore
now I cant tell who you are
or how far I'am from hell
they always asked me what I want
to do in life
im a college drop out,
theres nothing to do now
so ill sit here in the dark
hoping these words find a ryhm
im nothing but a failure are the words
that travel by storm
but those are the words that help
the sadness stay awake at night
there's nothing more that would seem
much better
then death itself
but to fall asleep forever
would mean never waking up
the sadness that keeps me up at night
would be finally put to rest
but what would happen to the
best things
that could suddenly turn around
i guess I'll never know
i have  the barrel to my head.