it's almost 3 am but I'm not tired
been so busy I haven't slept much
I spend my time doing everything
and at the end of the day it seems like nothing gets done
I can never seem to find the time for it all
so why do I waste this time on you?
when all you do is lie
I'm so sick of thinking about it
I'm so sick of thinking about you
one more problem for me to deal with
one more thing that won't get done
can't you see I thrive off this?
without it, what would I write?
and it's breaking me apart inside
I only find comfort in knowing no matter how fucked up I get
there's always someone just slightly more fucked up
put me behind everything else
shut me out
this is the last time I do this to myself
this is the last time I think about you
let's get it all out now
you think you have the authority to kill
well, I'd like to see you die
