coming down

stairing at my wall

wishing it would move

so there would be some damn life in this room

since all my high has died now

sweat dripping down my face

shaking and strung out

it isn't worth it now, is it

to stand up and fall back over

confined to your bed all day long

trapped in your thoughts all night long

spiriling out of control...

I wish I could get out of this f*****g bed

I wish wish I could escape my f*****g head

but all my inhibitions, they've gone dead

to the point where I've none at all

and there's no point in jumping when you're not afraid of the fall

so here I am, stairing at my wall,

wishing it would move

so there would be some damn life in this room

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