It's Sunday morning and sleep is out of the question
The four walls of the room
Concentrate the emptiness inside me
Tonight I saw people I haven't seen in years
Faces that were once so familiar
That tonight it was hard to deal with
Just how little we have in common now
It gets harder to deal with the reality of that
The undeniable truth
That so much of what I have built my life upon
No longer holds any meaning at all
It takes me back years
Back to high school and how I felt then
Everything inside pushing to be understood
The need to feel a sense of closeness
To touch another human being and feel it deep inside
So hard to deal with that
To feel life
Straining inside so strongly
For release
For expression
When nobody cares
When nobody wants to know
The time between now and then
Seems impossibly small
I don't feel any different
Only a few hours ago
I was sat in a room filled with smoke and people
That I knew from years ago
Now I'm in a room on my own
Staring at the walls
Feeling a thousand miles away
From each and every one of them
It's getting harder to put on the mask and fake it
It's getting harder to pretend to listen to the conversation
To stand there and make time for one of them
When everything inside is screaming to be somewhere else
I feel like I've stepped back into a life
That I never knew to begin with
I can't believe what they've done to themselves
The way they work some dead end job
Just so they can afford to drink themselves into a stupor
What a way to go out
Like a nail being pounded into the floor
Calling it everything else other than what it is
Turning into everything that they swore they'd never be
Turning into exactly what they hate in everyone else
It makes me feel good to know I'll be getting out in a few weeks
After this time round I know I'll never be able to stay here again
That some things
Really are finished