Controlled Asphyxiation - Peak Depression

Smoking in the Suburbs.

I just want to be happy
I just want to feel
Something that's not tired
Or fuckin' wired

I want to be alone
But I don't want to be lonely
I wish someone would ask how I am
But I don't want anyone to know I'm a sham

I feel like my soul, my energy
Has died, buried, six feet down
And nothing I do can raise it
I need a necromancer or something

My soul is dead
I have no energy
My bones can't create sparks,
And my thoughts are miles apart
My legs are moving through quicksand

And everyday I wanna give up man
Always saying, "one more day"
But, fuck
I don't wanna live life this way

The meds don't work
The drugs don't work
My own goddamn brain don't work

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Writer(s): Ally Jindra
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