In the darkness of the day
on your own dying day...

Title: Awake and sick
By:Braeden Monks...

So the pain draws to an end
The hate is heaven sent...

The sun sets on you body
The fog engulfed it ever slowly...

Did it again tonight
I questioned my life...

I can't stand the way
I feel like I'm ruining everyone's day...

I lay on the floor
4 feet in front of the door...

I'm alone and lost
Have I paid my cost...

There's a ring where the liquor
came off the cup...

Well my inspirations are killed by censorship
I better watch what I say...

Finish my drink
That's when I best think...

Wake up, and smell the roses
they smell a little gross today...