driving fast as possible
drinking until I can no longer take anymore
eating until I feel like I'm about to throw up
smoking more than you and your uncle do
sleeping more than Koalas do
slacking more than your dad who left you
so I see no point of asking.
just look and you will find it...
The answer you want to hear from me so bad..
You will find it in my 22 hours of sleep, 267 mph or the 10 empty packs of cigarettes.
I can't even get up to see you.
I can't even find it,
my will to live
so what's the point of speaking.
My soul has already existed my body long ago,
you are just seeing my empty body walking around like some kind of zombie.
I'm no longer alive.