I feel so wired, so unrequired,
my nerves are a mess of tangled signals,
irrationaly I'm mad at you
as if its your fault, making it my fault
I've started to question everything I do,
and you're lying to me, dying from me
and I can't stop you leaving.
You're not yourself the drugs make you lose your mind,
but it's ok cos' I'm losing mine,
I'm striking walls, trying to cover for my falls and stupid shambles.
I've lost my motivation its a stilted animation,
I'm running now theres no life at home,
so I distance from you all,
finding it hard to answer your accusing calls,
its only with friends I feel alive
trying to forget your fight to stay alive,
with their soothing presence around me,
inviting me to be entertained by their jokes, chatter, laughter.
so I party hard, stay in other peoples houses,
take my place inside thier circles,
being young feeling free
forgetting the coffin on top of me.
24 hours of fun and then its back to living a shadowed dream,
like edward munch's painting...
we radiate the scream