Monday I wake up with disgust in my hair Could not forgive myself Another moment spent in the bed
Monday The mirror always disappoints I pinch my skin back Till I see the joints
Today I'm feeling like I live on a ledge At any moment I just know I'm gonna fall off the edge
They say hang on I promise them I will But I don't know for how long
Wait for a minute
Why do I spend the sole of my day Looking for any way to waste away The pain is in the empty time Just twiddling my thumbs And hoping for the words to rhyme
Today I couldn't stand to be all alone I'm sick of hearing My voice on the telephone
A thousand roads to injury Most of them so smooth It doesn't feel like they're hurting me
Oh I'm still trying To leave the high of violence behind I wait for relief But the illness is my mind
Why should I wait? I'm already too late Why should I wait?
Not knowing what the future will bring Is always wrecking my day I guess I'll drown my fear and seal my fate
A haze of quitting Easier to do it than it is to just sit here and wait
