You keep saying you've had enough and I know just how you feel. You keep it all inside and it's nipping at your heels. It's eating you alive, I can see it in your stare. I'd sit with you all night, if I thought you'd even care. I've lost track of who I was some time ago. I thought I'd figured out which way to go. Now I hate to say, but the only thing that's keeping me alive is you. You're only thing that's keeping me alive. I can't say your name but I think I'll be ok. I've had it up to here with your morbid ways. You're happy being sad and you prove it everyday. You don't want to see the less polite side of me. Just say your prayers and close your mouth. Start curbing what comes out. If you can't find another way to feel important that can't be drank or snorted, then don't call me up to say hello. I don't want you around when I get home.