I like the way these painkillers feel
Weakening, trembling, serenity
I don't really think they'll help me heal
A cover-up, delightful amenity

I wish that my thoughts came in more than four lines
Always ****** and meaningless
And I always have this obsession with rhyme
One day i'll be left penniless

I thought today of those unfortunately without a home
and how I don't feel like helping them
I'm unbearably selfish, we're all somewhat unknown
Where's my humanity been?