By Arcassin Burnham




Sometimes I think I need a drink,
To kick the demons out my brain,
Sometimes I think I need a song,
To get the evil chanting out my ears,
Sometimes I think I need ***,
Just to cure my intimacy,
Sometimes I think I need a new heart,
To replace the one I have with pain,

But I'm still the same,

Sometimes I think I need a pet,
That one bestfriend that gets me,
Sometimes I think I need an instrument,
So I could play my heart out on the piano,
Sometimes I think I need hatred,
To overflow the hatred I have so it could all come out,
Sometimes I wish I was born into a life,
With so much of the pain,

But I'm always the same.