lost in the solitary confinement that is my life
managamous with (god) but she's a bitter wife
i should quit her right
then id have no rite
nothing but this expansive collapsing confusion
that is my night
alone by circumstance
and choices made
remorse and denial on my dinner plate
its getting late
but sleep is a quitters fate
a submission admission that i was too late
never will i measure up man
your expectations and this world make me wanna murder man
but i check my compulsions at the door
to keep from mopping blood off the floor
i said i wouldnt do this no more
but i lied
that wasnt honest but neither am i