Faded Emotions

March 30, 2017

Life feels like a cruel joke
So I spend my time getting lost in smoke
I’m trying to find myself
But my book is somewhere on the highest shelf

What is life?

Why do i need to fake smile?
You don’t know but I’ve been doing it for a while.
I can’t explain how I feel
But I know it goes away when I pop a pill
I see things in a whole new light
When I’m soaring like a kite

What is life?

I’m trying to figure that out myself
But my book is on the highest shelf
In dark rooms I sit and think
Although I’d rather have the strongest drink

What is life?

Who knows.
I just do drugs until the pain go

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