Mad is where
I'm at...
The muses have abandoned me to a dark mind void of...
My heart beats loudly against the frail and bitter...
I wish i could Ctrl Alt and Del my brain.
Restart and fresh won't feel the pain...
Stay, stay...
I never once forgot...
25,000 ft. high of the Appalachian Mts.,
down the grapevine...
the worst part is actually
absolutely almost always...
I'm here for the pudding
Mess with dessert, get the hurt...
sorry sorry sorry sorry
apologies begin to bore me...
These dry eyes don't cry no more
Can't sad myself to sleep...
-My body will die,
I can get very lonesome...
'Inside your mattress;
is my post-traumatic stress...
-Under my lone bed,
everything goes to my head...