I haven't slept since I woke up,
and I can't take it anymore.
I can't tell the difference between good and bad,
and I can't take it anymore.
I can't hear you call my name,
and I can't take it anymore.
I can't figure why my life sucks,
I guess I don't care anymore.

I haven't lived since I woke up,
and I can't care anymore.
I can't see the forest for the trees,
and I can't care anymore.
I can't tell true from fake,
and I can't care anymore.
I can't feel my own face,
I guess this is the end.

I haven't died since I woke up,
and I guess this is the end.
I guess like has it's own rules,
and I guess this is the end.
I guess you have you're own problems,
and I guess this is the end.
I guess you are dead and overrated,
and you'll be with me soon.

11/17/2004

Posted on 11/18/2004
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