Believe it's true

When you're looking for inspiration in the bottom of a bottle.
When the only feeling you have is the burning in your stomach.
When you're looking for love in a poem,
When you're lying in your bed
And sleep refuses to take over.
Theres nothing more than hate.

Hate for yourself.
And all this is around you.

When there isn't any room left for pretending.
Everyone knows you're looking for the escape from life.
From the daily drab that results as a lack of love.

There's nothing left but to believe its true.

The blood on your arms remind you,
Of everything you've given up.

The death your slipping into is all you have left.
And you didn't even say goodbye.

Because no one was listenining.