I don't wanna be more then who I am,
I'm quite content with vomitting candy every morning
Not knowing when the sun rises and falls
Forgetting how to read the time.

Sleep in clothes days and weeks maybe
months old.
Lying amongst these empty bottles.
Sometimes the glass cuts my skin
And the poison cuts my liver lining
But it's worth it for the gain
...wraps it's arms around me and
takes away all the world's pain.

Happiness comes when you accept your fate
And i've come to love mine.