The truths not long enough.
To tie a knot to choke on.
And my ideals aren’t high enough.
To trip over and fall down.
Six feet is a bit too deep.
For someone as shallow as me.
My existence is a bit too cheap.
For me to feel cheated that i’d lost money.
Just no ones buyin.
No point in cryin.

My tears aren’t deep enough
For me to sink and drown.
And my fears aren’t real enough.
For me to not want to turn around.
Scars crust too well for me to hurt.
They’re not deep enough to make me bleed.
I cant scrap this life for what its worth.
I cant sell the parts that no one needs.
There’s no point in lying.
Hell, I’m not even trying.

I cant try hard enough
to complain of failure.
I just cant type enough
sense for me to email her.
And its one more night
Stuck here and alone
Just can’t make enough things right
to feel good all on my own.
Blinded by this surrounding light.
Everything to gain but failing to fight.

Written by RauCous