Sanoja: End. Wakeup Call.

I live inside of my head,
I never get out of bed,
I am plaid in a sea of white,
and I never sleep at night.
Life is, not a test,
life is, a pointless quest
it will end, sometime soon,
but it is, not a boon.
They filled me,
with their social b.s.,
now I feel,
less and less.
Popularity,
biggest curse,
there is,
nothing worse.
Fitting in,
is only good,
when it's a sin,
and not a should.
III want to live,
but I can not,
I'm alone,
trapped,
inside,

the wall.
I want to kill,
with my bare hands,
but no one ever,
understands
I love nothing,
but myself,
all of you,
can love yourself.
it's all full,
of national shit,
since we're made,
from a mail-order kit.
They can't,
understand,
why they're losing,
all their sand.
There is no past where bullshit lasts.
There is no past where bullshit lasts.
There is no past where bullshit lasts.
There is no past where bullshit lasts.