Collecting Dust

Collecting Dust

I can see myself as a broken human being

But sometimes I wonder what other people are seeing

Saw an old friend drive by today

We use to have problems but he gave me his number anyway

He was on his was to class he is bettering himself

He ask me what I was doing and I said living on the shelf

Told me to call him whenever I was free

But I couldn’t tell him when that time would be

My mind has me trapped in sort of a mess

I’ve been drinking too much and I have crimes I need to confess

My recent memories leave me in pain and shattered apart

I’ve gone so far this time I quit listening to my heart

I need to get a grip before I am broken beyond repair

And I’ve pissed off so many people I don’t think anyone would care

Since death is so imminent pain should not exist

And since drugs are coping, coping I can’t resist

With this look in my eyes people should see my pain

When half of the time people think I don’t have a brain

With this shaking in my hands I know something isn’t right

And with this road I’m paving my future doesn’t look too bright

Most of my talents involve getting under people’s skin

And as for my faults I don’t know where to begin

These words and emotions come like water from a floodgate

Especially when I’m writing because I don’t know how to hesitate

For a split second I thought I had something that could hold me together

But I should have known nothing in life lasts forever

Because with life comes death and with death comes the end

And if all of that is true what is the point of a friend

If you can’t make it alone you probably can’t make it at all

Because if you put your trust in anyone I guarantee you will fall