Testo Part ii (motel art) Killing The Dream

Part ii (motel art)

This isn't what i hoped i'd have to say. it's nothing that you
want to hear. to say that nothing's changed would be understating
understatement. things change, times change- i remain the same,
but (only) distantly familiar. is this the way it is or just the
way i've let it be? i lie, i cheat, i steal, i kill. if i could
sleep, i dream of having reasons to wake up. they lie, they cheat,
they steal, they kill. and every night they fall asleep content.
it's not depression for depression's sake, or desperation for a
song. this is every day. this is all i know. so sick of days
dreading the nights. so tired of fighting to keep off the lights.
so sick of searching for what's going to make it right. and now
you're sick of the same song? i'm sick of writing it. falling apart
when nothings wrong. I wish i could could write a line, a sentence,
or a word that could pretend for long enough to give you what you
want. i wish i could write a line, a sentence, or a word that could
pretend for long enough to tell me what i want. but there's no
resolution here, i've learned better than to wish. there's no
resolution here. there is only this.