Living days in aftercall
and nights of slumber
still I wonder
Is there relief 4 a slut of nineteen
With words going in and out of my ear
and undesirable fears
Can I make it another 5 years
without another goddamn suicide attempt?
or can I at least live one less day
not feeling so much regret?
Sometimes it feeels you can never get high enough
to reach 4 those stars
that you dreamof
So vivid, so clean
So timid, so mean.