i dont feel like writing tonight
i really dont
my mind is in a queer
my hands are quivering
with pure loathe and fear
the antidepressants dont work nemore
the pills ,the smoke
fail to choke nemore
not even one single moment of peace
not even one

i dont feel like writing tonight
i really dont
failures dont scare me anymore
not evn once
not one flicker of the eye
not one moment of pure agony
not one thought has gone astray
they are all here
safe,sound n bound
with me
i can feel the strength
betraying my clenched fists
and i kno i am losing it
i can sense it
but im allowed to do nothing
nothing at all

they are not here
not a single one of them
time is running out
dont they kno they are late?
i scream out 2 them
to her
they are not here
not a single one of them
they are late
she is late...

i dont feel like writing tonight
i really dont
but im allowed to do nothing
nothing at all....