recoiled into myself
i have nothing left to do
people live their lives
words and others are a misdemeanor
off the record
we all are guilty
and it's all been done before
and will be again
can we change who we are?
and if we succeed, will we really have succeeded?
or would we just be fooling ourselves again
pain is too easy of an emotion
try love, and joy
my spine is closing in on itself
and it hurts to know
i've changed
for better or for worse
and your "health" is making you sick
sleep comes all to late
and i'm tired of waiting
so i sit in silence?
turn it down
too long in the same position
i need a change
get out of this town
happiness is but a dream
but than again so is this
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