I awake early before the sun begin to shine bright
I always been more of a creature in the night
Nothing I do feels the same or right Nothing left to even make me want to fight
Good things have never been so easy to order
Good times have gone like the Mexican border
Left it all alone all behind
Left everyone too, not like there's a friend to go find
So I vaguely make it day by day
So I'm quiet these days I have nothing to say
What's wrong with the world we know
What happened to my life seems I stay so low
The hardest thing is trying not to think
The hardest part is trying not to drink
Point of the matter is look from the left to the right then look up now look down theres no worries of anyone being around..