Well here I am again
On the bathroom floor
What a surprise
I guess it's painful to imagine
That I'm not the main character
In this book that I contrived
While I was staring at the mirror
Is it insanity or is it genius
To sink into my thoughts
And let a half empty bottle decided
Whether or not I'm worth it
And yeah
If I had a choice
Then I would stop
But I can't find the switch
To turn my emotions off
So I will sink in deep
And let this current drag me under
Because it's much harder to drown
Then it is to be encumbered
Now I know what they'll say
About the man inside the mirror
How he was good and gold
And the product
Of his postulations and fears
But what they don't see is the crack
That's creeping up from in the corner
Suddenly it's got a name
And I'm stuck here
On doctors orders
And I just think it's funny
No I just think it's sad
The idea of being average
When I'm the only one who's mad
So you've got me in this chair
And now what I'm a statistic
What comes next
If we go the way you see it
Do I take the pills and
Throw them out the window
Is that a solution
Or is it a trial run of giving up
And seeing if I can do it
Because I can't
I need the drugs so I can function
But then I lose myself
Amidst the drums of daily consumption
How can we get off the train
If it never leaves the station
Because a passenger in seat 09
Was acting drunk and brazen
Oh wait that's just my brain
And it's been flirting with a line
Between psychotic and methodic
And I can't quite seem to find
The correct combination of SSRI's
To ease the burden
That's been burnin on my mind
And I just think it's funny
No I just think it's sad
The idea of being average
When I'm the only one who's mad
When I take a step back
And realize what I've created
The bed I wove of pain and torment
That I must lay in
I have this awful feeling that subsides with medication
But when I lose the hurt I lose the love for my creations
While I speak in tongue
My words are written in phrases
And theres no hiding from the message that my writings sayin
Even a line left blank shows meaning In it's empty spaces
Somehow after all this time
I've become the patient
And I don't think it's funny
I don't think at all
I'm just the empty spaces
In perpetual free fall