you can feel every pulse of your blood
reminding you that days slip on by
as they should
but nothing has been done
you rarely see the sun.

a house barely clean, never could
bring yourself to rise for a life
fantasize
of diving in the deep end
the water offers changes.

i can feel every twisted dead bone
i have seen the city it's young
their hopes
the town boys roaring by
sometimes i want to die.

long to live? tell me why should i leave
the comfort of my room with its dirt
inches deep
so why do people bother
i have nothing to offer

everyone has a place, i know mine
in bed where i was born, where i'll live
where i'll die
the longing is long gone
i'm boredom's latest son.

do you cry for a life ever spring
where winter is a fading and dim memory?
go take what you have not
and leave me here to rot.

i can feel every twisted dead bone
i have seen the city it's young
their hopes
the town boys roaring by
sometimes i want to die.