Mentally Diseased
Hands sweaty and head is on fire.
Finding new things to admire.
Scared of what might come next.
From every phone call to every text.
Falling for girls running around with friends.
Hoping every night never ends.
Hoping every day would hurry up.
Not enough with just a cigarette and a coffee cup.
Never feeling comfortable at night.
Always itching for another fight.
Stay away from me if you have a new face.
Until i find myself a new eternal resting place.
