Stayed up late
Lost in thought
Forced myself to redefine my life in hopes to find an answer
I can't think straight
I'm blinded by my past
I'm broken and compulsive
I've been waiting all my time counting days when I'll be fine
Can I sleep away tonight?
I never wanted this I never asked for this
I paint a picture of the loneliness on my head
I made friends with ghosts that way I'll have friends when I'm dead
A canvas shaped depression, get rid of all the rut
A suicide obsession
I'm never growing up