Lethargy, can't break through molded into another you inanition caused by your guilt tactless ways under your belt
this isn't the feeling i want to be feeling but i'm fine
now i remember, i remember why
i drank away countless nights
out of sight, out of mind
your assumptions are paranoid
all buts, all demise
the black sheep amongst the humanoids i don't wanna be here any longer
closing off the world is much simpler
i don't wanna be here i'm ready to rot
i'm not that cool
i'm not, i'm not
don't wanna be here ready to rot
not that cool
not not not
readily available, bend over backwards expect immediate, triggered reactions keep to myself, leave it alone
hardly forgotten, not the right tone hurry up just to wait
why bother when you're late nothing to offer
a waste of breath
i'd rather not