Sitting here Doing nothing Not even doing nothing What am I doing? I don't know Who am I? I don't know Why am I here? 'Cause Sinners go to Hell

I wish someone real Thought I was as interesting As the voices in my head . Maybe then They could convince me To get out of bed

What happened? Why am I so bored again? Is that all life is anymore? Long climbs, a short plateau And then I get to tumble all over again?

At least my bed is there to greet me Empty as always Besides the ghost of my Insanity That let's me pretend I matter 2 anybody

Even though it's raining outside I feel the weight of the drops Falling on my shoulders Like rocks in a bucket Getting heavier & Heavier by the Moment

What's the point Of heaven Without your Other half