Something I wrote when I was going through a rough time last year.
It's game over, the message has finally came over (x2)
Agitate me; and I'll get in your face like advertisement
None of you are hard enough to face the route that I went
Working at the corner shop; Nine to Five; just for my rent
Tired. I work solo; on my own I roll alone, I'm home alone
Writing lyrics on the walls and I sing alone like no one's home
I own my own zone; it's where I belong when I'm spacing out
The wallpaper's fading out and the trash is due for taking out
I reminisce my hazardous youth and try to; erase it out
But there's no way to take it out; it's a tumor in my brain
If i let it gain control it'll lead me to the brink again
succumbed to the drink again; I've been called immature
No one comes in my door, the doctor say's there ain't a cure.
I hit the floor. Every night I'm passed out by the urinal
If i died tomorrow - I'd be the only one at my funeral.
It's game over, the message has finally came over (x2)