I never thought that I'd be lying here. It's dim but it's not dark. I'm not sure what I fear. These thoughts are in my head, they take root in my bed. But I don't want to care, I really just don't care.
Oh, but what do I do when I'm so confused? And the fact that I'd rather be alone.
There are no surprises, just a few new vices. And the fact that I'd rather be alone. Oh, but what do I do when I'm so confused?
I pick my brain day after day. Maybe then I'll go insane. It's hard to live this life this way. I feel defeated (I feel depleted), but I don't believe it.

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