Sometimes I think I don't deserve you
Who am I to deserve anything, huh?
What is my god damn monologue?
Is it that constraint straw in my brain
Oh those suicidal thoughts
My alcoholic prescription
Oh how sad I am repeating and repeating and repeating and repeating and repeating and repeating and repeating
Need I go on?
Well yes technically
I must go on, everything must go on
Just strolling by repeating
It's amazing how much people care about mundane
Then act as if it's the new wheel
It's enough to drive a sane man mad
Maybe even to alcoholism...*wink* *wink*
It's sad, isn't it?
That life is prosperous for some yet maddening for others
How in the world does one cope?
And what a word cope is!
Such arrogant life...
Yes, you must bow to my shit
Give in by living barter
My experience is my currency!
If only that were true
Then, maybe then. I could "cope"
Like money would give me a fucking reason
What is reason anyway but something only to keep me alive...what reason is that?
