Chains wrapped around my mind, tight

Tossing and turning, unable to rest

And this is me at my best

 

When the lights go out, I can no longer hide

The feeling that I am empty inside

And I hate doing this night after night

Wrapping the pain around words that I write

 

And I hate having no one to read these words to

And that I have nothing better to do

But so many people go through their day

Deal with some stress, wish it weren't that way

 

Then maybe see some of their family or friends

Bitch about the means but laugh at the ends

They go home and they go to bed

In seconds, they're asleep like dead

 

Do they think that the life they're living is tough?

With a purpose, a place, friendship, and love?

It's not myself that I feel sorry for

But for all of you, so able to ignore

 

The fact that the mundane things you do

May only appear as a burden to you

I'd kill if my problems were more like yours

deadlines and bills, commitments and chores

 

So if you're taking for granted the friends that you've found

you better take a good look around

Cause you're going to bed more fullfilled than you imagine

I go to bed with not a thing having happened

 

So tonight, I'm scribbling angry words

Cause you've got no idea what really hurts