I get attached too easily
Leaves me with a sour feel
A stomach full
Of rotting wine
A mind all full of tears

It's been far too long
Since I wrote my heart
Out bleeding in blue ink
But minutes pass
My heart aches
And deeper does my love
sink.

Good afternoon
It's lonely.
The evening's arrived
But the bitter darkened
Loneliness had only just begun

How I wish I had a friend
Or love.
Or just someone to confide in
Because sitting lonely in the night
Is no place to unwind in

Maybe one day
I'll be me
And I won't feel dejected
But for now
Myself, is horribly
Afraid

I was confronted last night
Amidst my dreams
Assaulted by thoughts
That dwell at the seams

Of hastily stated
Promising thoughts
Alas, proved the dream
Such promises false

For I don't have the courage
Not then and nor now
Thank goodness my dreams
They showed me just how

I miss you and it makes me sick
When I think of your face
All I think about is all the love
And all the time we waste

Now I haven't heard in quite some time
If you are doing fine
All I know is in the end my dear
You never will be mine

I've made mistakes and blacked out
Every time I'm coming to
My one only regret my dear
Is never telling you

The door just creaked a little
Yes I swear I heard a noise
The kettle it is hissing
And the black cat it is poised

To take action if some hooded thing
Intrudes upon the house
And if there is a shadow
Try to think there is a spouse

You can’t convince yourself completely
You know you heard a call
But look around, and you will see
There’s no one in the hall.

I'm sad just like the other kids
So naturally to cope
I turn to medication
or I turn to ashy smoke

Would it numb the pain or keep it
Maybe if I didn't know
Then after one or two
Then I would see the fake aglow

But alas I have no drugs now
And it's because I have no friends
So it seems the lonely artist's life
Will never truly end

I think I understand now
Why the youth are doing drugs
Did not understand before
But now I've caught that awful bug

Yes I'd really rather be
Some different form or kind
Or it is genuinely possible
I want out of my mind

But either way I seem to get it now
The hype lives strong and true
I would rather be on drugs my dear
Than feel so ******* blue