Relapse…
things have changed?
Not really. I’m still fucked up as usual, just learning new ways to cope.
Outside looking in
Things are gonna change, I can feel it.
Sleep?
There ain’t no rest for the wicked,
money don’t grow on trees,
I got bills to pay,
I got mouths to feed,
there ain’t nothing in this world for free.
I know I can’t slow down,
I can’t hold back
though you know I wish I could,
oh no there ain’t no rest for the wicked,
until we close our eyes for good
sad
I want what I want without needing to explain myself. Sadly, no one can give me what I want, and there is no way I can “work towards getting it” or “earn it”.