dreams are meant for those who lie
to themselves and each day gone by
I've given up
on me, on us
water all around me, all I found was rust
hope is meant for the people who can't
live on their own, sit, walk, or stand
in the corners, the shadows, the background, fucking
passed out
and in the corners, we'll find a way
pushed back in corners, nothing to say
my mind is shut, my brain is blank
another number, in the shadows I'll remain
I'm an example of a person gone to waste
and maybe next time I'll have something good to say
