I used to think of you as someone who would never hurt me.

Just remember, the plastic rose will never die.

If that so happens to be your addiction, then mine clearly has to withdraw.

The light from the beginning of the tunnel fades,
I am approaching the dead end.

I am a glass half empty wanting to be full.

So what is you did something wrong? Go find someone who hasnt.

Its not the matter of ending well, its the matter of just ending.

"'Sup? My name's Doug. That's God spelled backwards with a little bit of U in it."

I read of those who survived,
I write so they know i'm still alive.

My punishment of living to the next day,
when will a reward come my way?