How am i supposed to set goals for myself when i'm so content being practically dead?
Losing sleep due to the constant thoughts of nothingness filling my head.
Trapped inside stuck in my bed with nowhere left to hide.
It's time to suck it up, Become who i'm supposed to be.
but who is she?
Where do i find the key, To unlock what's lost inside of me?
Dreams bursting at the seams begging to be found.
Dead and buried underground.
Inside screaming for help, But outside making no sound.
Where do i go, what am i to do?
i used to think the key was you, Or she, Or he But you all just made me worse.
Bound to this lifelessness like a curse.
Where i belong just might be in A hearse.
All i can do is go back, Figure out where i lost track,
How does one make the move forward when she's so content being stuck.
Fuck, fuck fuck a duck, I feel as if i'm out of luck.
Someone just needs to push me,  Maybe i'll realize what it takes to be alive again and happy.
As of now being stuck just feels crappy, Can't be stayed in forever.
I must make change Take my dead body and rearrange.
Practically dead yes that's what i said, Too comfortable, Too afraid.
Too scared to clean up the mess i have made.
Guess the game of life needs to be re played.
the wheels of chance re spun, My new life has just begun.
Or will begin, Once i let myself see within.
Dead and Hell bound Is coming un wound.