That my meaning is derived from misery
When did I let that become my identity
Today I stopped going to therapy
I felt a change and that conflicted me
Is there a meaning in this madness
Or have I just lost my mind
Why are the times of stillness so burdened for the blind
They sure don't pack the same punch
Somehow, I got addicted to the creatures in my room
My desires, they seek to drown when my head's on fire
How did I let my will expire
I won't part ways with my self inflicted ache
I feel a meaning in this madness
Or have I just lost my mind
Why are the times of stillness so burdened for the blind
They sure don't pack the same punch
Somehow I got addicted to the creatures in my room