All I feel is nothing
The medicine must have taken its toll
I wish I could just feel something
In this soul that I have sold
Instead of a lonely evening walk
I wish I could have a simple talk
As the flame of my last cigarette goes out
Memories of all my regrets come about
And as night grows near, I start to think
Of insanity, I might be on the brink
Nothing seems to help anymore
Seems as if I shall be sober nevermore
I don’t know how to continue further
But I won’t be stooping to self-murder
I shall try and try, and cry and cry
Until the day I wave you goodbye
Truly I hope that I find salvation
In someone’s arms, away from this damnation.
High mind 