(0186) the orphans

a rip in my face. lost control of what was happening. i've had three years, but i couldn't make up my mind. so much for dreams. more like good ideas at the time. still falling asleep constantly though. and waking up to a deadbeat silence. fatal overdose and they said "game over." but alas, a new beginning. no more lies. feed the need and forget. when all you hear are sirens, you start thinking something's wrong. a bomb on the second floor and ticking away. better find an exit.