the voices are always louder at 3am
did you notice, how they are complete perfectionists
at finding the most horrific words
to swing back and forth in your mind
as the minutes drag by
insides awaiting the beautiful
morning light

and when you drink.. the deeper the ethanol
makes you think
in turning to vodka I always end up
fetal position crying for God
enough is enough
one spirit makes me turn to another
notice that
its only desperation that makes one
sacrifice their early morning quiet
stomach
for nausea and sick
thats the price you pay to think
and you know it's worse but you can never
find the words
like you can when your high
in spirit, pot or wine


im so many people yet nobody
i couldn't explain myself in a few words
or a book
theres no depth to me just a hollow soul
behind eyes that are too scared to look
because i cant understand
everything i see
and I'm a washed inside with beautiful
melodies
and they tilt their heads sideways
when i walk past them ... you know
like they've never seen flowers
blossom and grow?

try. try not to....
you're doing it again, you're
thinking
you know all this drinking
that feeling that your sinking,
theres an anchor tethered
around your foot; that holds you beneath
forever
and when you can feel the warmth
and see the sunlight particles at the surface
you know it's there, so close... if only
you could break free of yourself
you could see
it would no longer be a distant dream
to finally feel relief
and you could feel the real heat against
your skin
and when you find your sunlight
Please refuse to sink.
There is sunlight up there
for everyone; God
made the light for us to share
I wanna feel it so much my
skin burns up
and peels; I need light so much
i want it for us
it's there
just try not to think...
you're doing it again
you're...

its strange sitting upright
then you hear all your glasses dropping
off your shelves
I'm up side down and i have
a headache now all the blood rushes to your head
so detached. but heart still beating
....couldnt be dead

its so...frustrating you know
when God
shakes your world - he has no respect
for your belongings or your head

maybe you break like your wine glasses
into a million pieces
then your loved ones have to tip toe
around making sure they don't cut themselves
on the bits of you that no one else can
be bothered to clean up
why can't God clean me up
Enough is enough.

but God's secret is he won't let you out
that easy; it wouldn't be right
You are here to die a thousand deaths
before you finally learn to love your life
so when you decide to piece yourself
back together
you'll always be fragmented
and scarred forever
and you can either chose
to rebuild your old soul
or begin anew...