Most of my life has been so useless,
And all I can do is make up excuses.
As if they even matter
While my soul lies in tatters…
Silent and Brooding,
These words wander aimlessly…
Echoed by your t.v.
Come on in,
But shut the door.
What am I searching for?
Nothing but emptiness.
So I'm under a lot of stress.
I lie and exaggerate,
Make the kids clean their plate,
Open my heart up,
Wish I knew what was love.
I cannot say plain,
Though I rack my brain….
Lonely and Lucid,
I'll probably stay here to the end.
