for the first time
i sit down and think
about my life
and suddenly i begin to sink

i ask myself a question
that ive been afraid to ask,
am i happy
or is it all just a mask?

i cant remember the days
when my head hasnt hurt
i cant remember the times
when the sun hasnt burnt

just the way i am
isnt good enuf to be
ive been a clone
but now i think id like to be me

my room is now my fortress
and the smoke is my air
my candle is my only lite
and i start to forget to care.

i have all that i need
all that should make me content
but im emtying out
my hearts up for rent

dust is covering my eyes
and my vision is blurred
im dying from a desease     <  i like
thats already been cured    <  this part

i stared at the page
and all the words mixed
and it seemed like they make more sence
when they need to be fixed

so ill forget my question
and ill go on with my life
help me from sinking
take away the knife