Waking Up

Trying to find a way
Losing my conciousness
Blacking out
Realizing i'm hurting myself
Demons are so cynical
Searching for something Something that is right in front of me

I'm never waking up, up, up, up
I never even learn I always fuck up, up, up, up
Yet, i enjoy the hurricane
When will i ever learn?
When will i finally take away the gun
That is only making my life a mess

Something i have recently found out
Is that we rely on what others knows about
And we keep picking the scabs
And our life's will not be better until it heals
I wish i would do what i feel