Self conflict
Why do you need an alarm clock when you never arrive at time?
If you ask me, it's futile; just dont show up
But be weary of the consequences that com with such ideals
Got to look up and put on the usual poker face
Got to let the world know I'm alright
Not that anyone would care about my wellbeing
Remind me again,what the significance of this pale sky is?
You are laughing at the total pushover I've have become
They are laughing the empty man before them
Quiet down other me
The crowd has been kept waiting for too long
Open the curtains, this is the conclusion to my wretched life
I'm not in the mood for half-baked apologies
Another round for the trouble alcoholic in the corner
Another round of applause for the phony magician
A tiny flesh wound that eventually became a scar
Why must my life always be drawn to tragedy?
In my final moments, the sound of celebration and cheering consume the silence
For now, I'll keep indulging on these nostalgic feelings