Maybe I am losing my mind.
Please send it back.
Performing in front of what seems like the last few. What should I do? And how are you?
Enough about me and my controversy. We're sick of it, right? What's left to fight? I hit the night with my fist. I'm so fucking pissed.
Torturing myself. Day in and day out. What should I do? And how are you?
Enough about me and what I see. Talking to myself and even I won't listen. Sick of hearing it too, just as much, if not more, than you.
Is there anybody out there? What happened to this place? What should I do? And how are you?
A small town follows as it watches me die. Why? The dream was a nightmare, I was tricked. Never said I was perfect but maybe I should have. Would they buy it if I did? Not for sale. Too much rust.
The same song, over and over, yet it never ends. A dog barks at the sound of his own voice. What should I do? And how are you?
Maybe I am losing my mind. Couldn't keep up to it. Can't run that fast. Thoughts don't have legs and that's too bad, so sad.
The painted pictures of my past will last. This all happened so fast. What should I do? And how are you?
The answer is the answer, not the question. Question the answers. I like this beat and the stars are beautiful tonight.
Can't be funny, every day. It makes me tired, hit the hay. What more is left for me to say? What should I do? And how are you?
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