every night i lay down to go to sleep things run threw my head till finally the walls start cloing in and i fall into a slumber, why is it it only at night the things you don't worry about during the day just pour into your head to fuck with you, why is it that when you think your all good your not, why is it that no matter what i do i can not kepp the toughts out, why is it if something doesn't happen soon the voices will take over, how do you stop them, why are they there, why wont they leave, tell me, tell me whats wrong with me, tell me the truth, why is it every time i crack open a beer the thoughts come back, why is it when ever i'm not busy the thought are there, why is it some are cursed and others aren't, why is it, why is it, that evry chance to do something something else comes along and fucks it up, why is it that all the trust i have ever had has ran off and i can't find it, why is it that what i want i can't have, why is it when you have a picnic it always rains, why is it when you have no weres to go you can't find something to do, why is it that our lives seem so different when we are so close, why is it, when we get up in the morning we are always on the go, why is it that when you have everything something happens and it all disappears, why is it that there is never a simple solution to the problems you are having but their is a simple solution to others that you give, why is it you know what you want and others want but you don,t show it,why is it that this world is so judgemental that we are scared to do and say as we please, why is it that this will never end, the problem is i have to stop now
