Something Different

i can't help but question if any of this is real,
i have honestly forgotten what it feels like to feel.
fake smiles and fake laughter are the worst fate,
but i can't turn this around, this confession is far too late.
i'm loosing sleep while loosing my grip on who i used to be,
i'm loosing her, while loosing him, while loosing everything.

i can't help but question my own sanity,
beer, vodka, whiskey, they now taste the same to me.
i have honestly forgotten what it feels like to be good,
and now every cigarette tastes better than it should.
i lost sleep while i lost my grip on who i used to be,
i lost her while i lost him, as i lost everything.

i can't help but question why our world is so corrupt,
we are randomly created, as our exit's are abrupt.
i have honestly forgotten the last time i was pure,
its seems that everything exsists, everything but a cure.
i no longer sleep because i lost my grip on who i used to be,
i keep her, while i keep him, while i keep everything a memory.