Thought About It

I guess I never thought about it

I think about it all the

Time

Everyday is like the last

Getting worse at reliving the past

Visiting my vast cemetery of

Dreams

Waiting for relief

I'm surrounded by hate

Trying to love

Everybody's so fake and

Reality

Has mugged me of

Comfort

I guess I never thought about it

I think about it all the

Time

Psychoanalytical take this

Politically correct little pill

So you can feel better about

Being who you are

The pills will make things better

The pills will hold your hand

I guess I never thought about it

I think about it all the time

Life, death, tricks, truth, lies.

Stars. The sky. Grass. Rivers. Boats.

Windows of glass. How the days,

hours, minutes, seconds never seem to last.

Regrets, Believing lies, Hiding truth.

As if you care.

Never mind.

I guess I never thought about it

I think about it all the

Time