What can I say what can I do I guess I am what they call a hopeless foul.
I don’t know what I want I don’t know what I need but there something that I feed upon.
That use to be so strong its getting weaker my fix isn’t as easy as it use to be . It doesn’t give me the same high.
The more I get the more I crave I cant get enough
But the want is seeming to get less and less.
But the want for the high still doesn’t die
I wish I knew how to stay satisfied
This smile is fading and I am starting to get jaded and the rage an pain sometimes gets to be too much I feel like I might loss touch.
Wishing I was numb wishing I could escape this pain its like a cut that wont heal. Energy I can not deplete I get no fucking sleep my mind is simply starting to work off bleeps.