antipunk

Its burning wet like the fevers of my sleep
Waking up Throwing up all of this disease

Soaking sheets and twisted dreams
This will be the death of me...

Coughing, choking, grinding teeth
Screaming "I NEED, I NEED, I NEED..."

Clinching fists and throwing fits "Just give me anything!"

My words are slipping, focus lost, this war is what I need

Forget the friends...
Forget that life...
Remember the fraud meant nothing...

I weep a prison full of tears that can never leave my eyes
I thought growing cold, meant growing up but this is just a lie

This life is mine, these regrets are lessons
I confess, one day I will miss them.