It's midnight again and the aching's grown stronger
I lay in my bed and stare at the ceiling
Why did I do that and say that and think that?
It's a personal thing, let it wash you away
There's a blurriness in my mind that forces me
to reconsider
I focus on the now but it's all bleak and confused
You're disgusting for being who you are
What you see and believe is a myth you've created
To comfort yourself at times like these
Does it give you purpose or focus?
Does it soothe?
Does it put your thoughts at ease?
