Sometimes you just get used to your decisions
and that no matter what you do nothing will ever really change.

Sometimes you get used to the mundane everyday feel of getting up,
getting dressed, spending a few extra minutes to look decent, typically for those
who don't really care.

Sometimes you try to build yourself up again to stand back up
and feel the old friend of excitement work through the intricate details
of each of your veins as if it was your blood, but you only stand up to
fall back down into your bed, where you plan to stay the rest of the day.

Sometimes I realize there is really no point to trying to tell you how I feel
because it's all a matter of a mundane reality - a reality I cannot change.

That's okay; I'm used to the pain, and god forbid you'll ever have to face emotions
on your own, I would never want that.