Some just lose the will to live, Blood flowing from wrist like water through sieve. Alcohol and drugs do not problems solve, New problems are all that they will cause. Get drunk, Get stoned, Go out get Laid, Then the Piper must be paid. I wait, Searching, for the night to come. It seems easier, Feeling, when the night has come.
Emotions are more True Thoughts are more Thoughtful for the night, it comes.
I wait, searching, feeling, thinking, When the night comes. The music of my Soul Strikes a solemn Chord.