dead on my feet i’m always walking towards the exit no good deed unpunished no encouragement
i get tired of the things i claim to love i get tired of the thing that i’ve become
every good thing in my life comes at someone else’s expense
numb no longer afraid numb disinhibited
wake up and say something do something, make something pretend to feel something wait for the day to end the problem with giving a shit is no one thanks you and they always want more i wish i had done something else with my life
i get tired of trying to convince myself not to pull the trigger not to turn out the light