Craving some oblivion to quell the vortex in my mind,
I search for love, peace, answers; yet never seem to find
That sweet intoxication of nothingness, that void
And i realise at last that i’ve all my tricks employed.
I understand, if i stick around, i’ve so much more to give
And there’s so much more i want to do, many reasons yet to live
I don’t care, i’m selfish, my feelings are my own
And i cannot understand them, so i’m doomed to die alone.
So why not now? Why delay? Keep trudging this shit life?
Why not get a grip and jump the bus, go underneath the knife?
Well apathy, that hateful beast, is in some ways here your friend
As your unwillingness to do anything prolongs your coming end.