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Tell Myself
this tragic routine is wearing me
no rest obtained when i drug myself out
yet every morning i arise baased on an interval
5 measly hours or so since i popped a pill
a full nights sleep, a total stranger
i search for something more time filling
i go crazy in the process
break down only to realize
hey, that just passed 90 minutes
i should really let sanity slip more often
sanity is for the weak i tell myself to comfort myself
knowing full well ill never be sane
knowing full well my brain cant stay on track
on this miniscule ammount of sleep
i know full well i make no sense to anyone else
but nothingness makes a lot of sense to me
go figure, i become more demon the longer my eyes apart
insomnia destorts my demonic figure though
who am i
who are you
who cares cause i sure as hell dont
nothing matters when you can never see straight
from blood shot eyes, all you want is one
only one good night of sleep
thats enough
that will do
that would amaze every sense
that, will never be
do i care? of course i do
do i hope? fuck yea i still do
am i optimistic? optimism is for the weak
or so i tell myself
maybe i am just the weak one
for all the bullshit i feed myself
weak is all i could be
