Sleeping has given me troubles that benefits can never be included.
Waking up has given me a new meaning, the choice to live on throughout this day, throughout this life.
It's a difficult decision that people are counting on me to lift my head and detach m dreams.
Being counted on to get up off of my back, The sun really doesn't shine in my room much anymore.
Its cliche to say that I don't want to wake up for the next day, but I'm constantly making my life more like Tetris.
You can't appreciate what you don't know about, especially if everyone knew that its harder to get up.
I'll show this town that I am not one in a million, but a one overall, even loneliness has its company now a-days.
I may not be able to make people realize that they've got it good, but not being able to convince myself that what I have is getting worse.
Losing at my own card game, I guess I've lost my ability to bluff, the only thing that could save me now is another shuffle of the deck.
I'm getting dead draws, and I'm looking for a pair of aces, but I believe they're lost up people's sleeves.
I'm worn out like the tattered sleeves of the homeless, the only difference is that I have two doors to choose from.
Growing fond of the idea of being locked out from either one, running into the wall is about as good as I have it.
I could appreciate everything else that I have, but my mind appreciates the fact that it can tell me that this is about as good as it gets.
I keep dreaming in the past, and sometimes the difficulty of breathing clouds my mind; I guess that's something not everyone can hear.
I'm full of spelling errors, and grammar that doesn't make sense, but beneath my mistakes I do find truth in what I am; nothing short of a human.
I'm supposed to be the hero without the cape, I can't really fly, but I've always wished I could have been an angel.
