My afternoons are an empty bottomless pit.

Early morning
5 a m
Feel her coming
She's here again.

She came to say hello
You came to ask why
She came in bright yellow
You came in goodbye

She wants to know
What its like
To hate yourself
Before you fall asleep at night.

She wants to know
What its like
To live amongst the rest
And feel so alone.

She wants to know
What is it like?

And at some point
You will have to answer her.
You will bare it all

You will have to tell her
Why you hate yourself before you fall asleep at night
And why you are so alone
And why you cant stop.

Why you cant stop
Why you cant stop
Why you cant stop
Why cant you stop
Why cant you stop
Why cant you just fucking stop?