As soon as I get I home I pack a bowl of weed And I get in the zone I pick a tone Play a melody
But this much weed It's not good for me
Every night I lay awake And watch TV until the sunrise Am I alive? I feel dead
Looks like, once again I'm stuck in my head
Take the bus Eat my lunch Keep my eyes shut so tight Pretend all god damn night
I can't explain why I feel this way Must be chemicals in my brain Take my pills and pray they go away
I wish that I could feel Anything at all Could be pleasure Or pain
In the morning my alarm goes off I turn it off And stay in bed No need to fret I have another set
Cause when I'm waking up I don't give a fuck
I go back to sleep and dream that I am living in another place Another life So far away
Fuck I have to wake Live another day
I get dressed Try my best Clench my jaw shut so tight Pretend that I'm alright
I wish that I didn't feel this way High anxiety and migraines Take my pills and pray they go away
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