**** feelings.  They only bring more **** feelings,
The painful kind.  The heart hurting kind.  
The, I’m going out of my own **** mind, kind.

I don’t want to have a conscience anymore.
I want to do as I please and the hell with the consequences.
Sleep with whomever I want and just get up and leave.

No false niceties, just bodies slapping together in mindless bliss,
Then out the freakin door.  No, don’t call me and I won’t call you.
And No, you weren’t the best I’ve ever had.

I don’t want a mortgage or a car payment.  I want to take the bus
And to sleep where ever I can find a place.  I want no ties to anyone.
I want to go and to do.  I want to try whatever vice I please.

I feel too much.  I empathize too ******* much.  I feel your **** pain.
I hurt every freaking day and I would **** to spend just five minutes to be pain free.
Is that so **** much to ask?  Just five Minutes??

I look at you and know if you are having a good day or bad,
I don’t want to care anymore.  I just want to be me.
The Real Me.  Not this painted up version of me that the entire world sees.

Oh God, I just don’t want to feel anymore.