I went vegan, quit the coffee and cigarettes but it just doubled my appetite and I lied awake most of the night. I stopped cable and watching television and goofing off on the internet all day but it left me with nothing to say. Stopped staying at the bar too long, getting [bad word]  singing sad songs, stumbling home and passing out on the floor but I still wake up with darkness.
With something that is [bad word] me. With a persistent feeling of dread that leaks out and pilfers my breath. I [bad word] to make waking up worth my time but it just felt [bad word] away from the problems that swallow the day. I’ve been here for far too long, getting [bad word]  singing sad songs, trying hard to give myself decent sleep. But I still wake up and I’m still in love with dying.
Something inside that you wanna say, say it out loud it’s still not okay*, in fact it’s worse ‘cause everything stayed the same. And I still wake up, and I’m still in love, and I still wake up, and I’m still in love.