Everyday I Wake Up Different

It all starts when I get out of bed. Another day of hoping to be dead. But that probably won’t happen anytime soon because I cant stop staring at the ceiling in my room.

Another drink down, and I’m ready to go. Another day gone with nothing to show. I’m turning off my brain. I’m losing sight. I won’t lose a war with myself tonight.

Wake up for work and I’m ready to decay. I can’t make enough to get through the day. Almost out of smokes. And my gas is on E. None of this is surprising to me.

Everyday I wake up different, it’s kind of hard to say, how the fuck I will feel once the day wastes away. Everyday I wake up different, what is going on? Everything that I touch always goes wrong.