Going down

Going down memory lane,
Feeling all the lonely pain.
Wishing there was no more sorrow,
Hoping there was no tomorrow.
All the pain i have inside,
Makes me want to go run and hide.
I hate the way it makes me feel.
It makes me real so unreal.
The things I've done,
The things I've said,
The things I've won,
Completely went dead.
I would get high,
Just to get by.
I would smoke,
So i wouldn't have to think.
I would not care,
Of what they said,
Or even if they really bled.
I have to stoop and somehow
change,
Because my life i need to
rearrange.