bland

Everything is running together

And the good parts melt into bad parts

The days run into nights into mornings and

I can't keep track of which is which anymore.

And although this is what you all call a "regular life"

Or a "sane life"

This is not the life I used to live.

And this is not the life I want,

And this does not feel sane to me.

There are so many paths I could take,

But...

But I am stuck,

I can't find these other paths,

It doesn't make sense to all of you,

But I cant go the way you all go about these things.

And I fear I can't find you all,

On the path I should be on.

There are so many possibilities,

But there is no other ending.

you should never sleep

Hi, My name is Matt, and I'm an alcoholic.

As long as we're all getting acquainted here allow me to pour myself a drink, I feel I'm more sociable when I've been drinking.

a bitter sense of something

Why should I stop drinkin if it makes me feel so good?

You're always telling me what I "should not", but never what I "should."

Let me tell you something that I think you should know,

The closer you get, the further back I want to go.

Keep your distance if you want to keep me comin'

There's something that I see in your soul, that sends me runnin.'

So tell me

Whats fair, whats right, whats wrong

Just go.

From the look on your face, it seems like you think you know.

All you people make me sick, with what you have become.

The double-crossing and the lies, all the whores and the scum.

I will sit here with violent eyes, searing into your present and past.

You got no future, your fairy tale will never last.

Prince charming has a bloodshot lazy eye,

And his gal's got a tattoo that says "serenity" on her thigh.

Couldn't plan it better if we tried,

While I'm left here alone to die.