Another forced dead smile Another stupid story Breakfast in the bathroom I can't do this one more day What's in my back pocket? What happened to my face? Some years I can't remember They don't seem so far away Putting on my headphones Walking down the stares I thought I might be dying But it's just too hard to change Don't think about the next day Now is all that I can bear I can't see how you do it It's not a problem; it's not fair I so much want to tell you All the bad things that I've done today And then again tomorrow But I swallowed it away And I just kept on drinking I wasn't even talking I surely wasn't making Any sense at all