Here I am laying in my room
Looking up at the ceiling thinking...
Wondering, who am I?
Was I Born to go through all this?
Was I just a mistake?
Things run through my head constanly
I want it all just to
STOP
Im looking around my room
With my stereo bass beating
And I think to myself once again
What have I turned into?
Alcohol, drugs slowly taking over my life
Will I be like my mom?
Suddenly it all stops!
I cant hear anything
Cant feel anything
but music
Its takeing over my body
My soul, and my thoughts
Has my wish come true?
I've finaly stopped?
NO
Im back to square one
Here I am laying in my bed
Now knowing
I control my life
Sad, Happy, Depressed, Mad, confused?
Its all me in my head
Wont stop until im
Gone!
~RmD~
