in a self-induced insomnia
stretching the day
from two avenues
this is the one way
believe me,
it's true when I say
they both lead to insanity

by choosing the road myself
some comfort remain
the right to my own life
I know I cannot retain
believe me,
the facts are plain
what I once enjoyed is over

in the quiet hours I sit
breathing the peaceful night
in a mist of childish misery
this pathetic complaint I write
believe me,
I know this bullshit I invite
but I cannot stop detesting my life