Accidental Babies by Damien Rice Cover

And I know sometimes you want to die but do you really feel alive without me?

Sad --> Sadness --> Sorrow --> Sorry

I am sorry that I am so sad.

I wish I could change the way that I am.

Unloveable doesn't even begin to cover it.

Seclusion

Last night I was awoken by a deep and terrible rumble. Trepidation and anxiety began to flow into every pore and opening on my body, filling my insides with horror and apprehension. I tried to open my eyes to see where I was and to try to remember how I had gotten there but against my persistent efforts my eyes remained shut. I then tried to move my toes, my fingers, my arms, and my legs but to no avail. I was paralyzed by fear itself, trapped inside of this strange and unusual place. Alone and vulnerable completely vulnerable. My eyes began to feel the dreaded sting of tears, as each tear blossomed from it's bud my closed eyes began to swell. While my eyes bulged my mouth slowly opened. I took in a quick sip of air and tried to use the little energy I had conjured up to let out a cry for help. Yet, as I began to scream, I heard nothing but the deafening ring of silence. I was trapped alone with my fears, my worries, but worst of all with myself, my greatest enemy of all.

Addicted

While I lie alone on the cold went floor.

My body aches for just a little bit more.

This is the lie I continuously tell.

Ever since my soul began to sell.

There was a time when I didn't always fail.

Before I heard the Siren's wail.

Before I began to self destruct.

Before temptation became, "You must."

Yet now I have fallen so deep in my mind

That my true self I can't seem to find.

I am controlled by something dark, unreal.

And forced to feel what I don't want to feel.

Perhaps this is the way things are supposed to be.

Perhaps this is why I still refuse to flee.

I was betrayed with a kiss by demons in disguise.

These despicable creatures spoon fed me lies.

I can not tell you what the future may hold.

But I am tired of being tricked and cajoled.

My story isn't over, I'll continue to write.

I will not surrender until I win this fight.

If you got visions of the past let them follow you down for they'll come back to you someday.

Cause lately I've been tired and uninspired.

I don't know what I feel anymore.