Instability there you sit
Why isn't anyone coming for me? Is it cuz I'm an angry dick?
Or am I just not fit to be exciting enough to motivate them to come quick
Days and Days I get bored.
Nights and Nights I don't sleep til 4.
Sleeping alone and waking up alone
A zombie's soul grows deep into the skin creating a shell
During days, I don't feel
My time is occupied by repetition and unstimulated actions
same shit, different day what I else am I suppose to do?
I'm here for the money.
I'm no longer here to be away, because its grown dull and I don't want to stay.
I don't miss home, I don't miss friends.
I just miss feeling alive as I did when I first came
That stimulating life is what I had planned.
Feelings of a bigger jail cell as I brush my teeth over the dusty sink.
Resembling the continuous boredom of living inside my head.
I look at myself in the mirror and I blink.
What should I do next? Is this the best or should I find a way to to get out and leave this mess?
I don't know really, so I may just have to guess.
The money keeps me here.
Going back home without that security is what I fear.
My bandage for psychotic thoughts are vacations.
its about time to change my life's radio station.
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