anti-climactic

it's always i feel i'm not sure if i can do anything else, alcohol fills voids temporarily it spills out leaves the wound raw, i feel like hell at least i know i'm back to my old self, who would have thought changes effects were so widespread, who would have thought a friendship's a relationship too, maybe i shouldn't have friends and, christ how i've grown in the past few weeks, maybe i shouldn't befriend anyone else till i realize there's, no me in team, no i in said, once again i forgot what i am doing, and i don't know who you are fooling, and just for the record it never means nothing, i can't keep up so lay back down, there's still a few minutes to sleep in in, my apartment is as empty as me, didn't i want it that way, nobody wants it that way, i put myself in stupid situations i'll never make it out alive, it's hard to make plans when your plan is someone else, no time to sleep, and i bet you could only guess, how good it feels to be on your own, it's hard to stand when you build your life on someone else, it's hard to breathe when you are running from yourself