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It's four o' clock |
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The TV's on |
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My mind is shut off and my own thoughts are gone |
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I change my mind |
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I change the channel |
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I am influenced by everything |
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I seeI change my life |
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I want to leave it all behind |
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And I can't help it now' |
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Cause I don't have a mind of my own |
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Everything in my life just thinks for me |
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Trapped by depression and |
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I sleep all day |
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Can't help this habit |
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I'm in love with my disease |
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Worshiping my idle time a life |
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I cannot seize |
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But zanax, valium, attavan makes it all ok |
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It's so much more than a cry for attention |
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No loving hands can soothe this ache |
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It's my own degradation it's my own self hate |
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So much more than a war with the world |
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I preach my pessimism |
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Right out loud to anyone who'll listen |
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I'm not afraid to be alive |
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I'm afraid to be alone |
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Late at night my monsters find me |
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From under the bed or right out of my past |
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Sanity gets put to the test |
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All alone with nobody to talk to |
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I close my eyes but |
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I'm still haunted |
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Sometimes |
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I get too twisted to sleep |
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As all my world crumbles all around me |
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Inspirations become admissions of defeat |
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Everything in my life just thinks for me' |
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Cause I don't have a mind of my own |
