i am sober, hear me roar
i picked myself up off the floor
i stopped loving, i stopped hating
i stopped giving, i stopped waiting

what happens next happens regardless
brain dead, time's gone, not mean, just heartless
i've broken my addictions, uncrossed all my contradictions
now i'm plain, boring, dull, redundant

made peace with all of my "friends"
wasting air until it ends
nothing's bad but nothings great
i'd start again, but it's too late

i'm not bored and i'm not crazy
no energy, but i'm not lazy
they say that i'm better for it
they send their love, and i ignore it

i guess i'm cured and good again
no wickedness or loser friends
who am i if i'm not the crazy fucked up one?
now my parents show me off, their former fucked up junkie son.

don't hurt yourself tryin to get this one. i basically got some lines from thoughts that are exclusive to my mind. It's basically like, what's so great when you change yourself? People still look at you and wait for you to F**K up again. People won't accept anything except for the worst person you've been. That's what they'll always remember you as. And it's like, you know you're not that person anymore, but you don't know what the F**K you should be because they look at you the same anyway. SO, it feels like you're forced to live inside yourself, and only care about what's goin on with you. Lost your identity and now you're no one but the new you and you're the only person who really knows who that is. Sorry about how long this is, but most of you probably aren't reading anyways. love love love, burnout(_00)