Waking up suicidal   penniless, broken and a wasted   getting used to the desperation - the sweat, the panic   can't find a reason to maintain this charade   why the fuck should I keep going when every day gets more meaningless?   what do you want me to say? everything is not ok   I used to think that I was good enough   but now the easiest decisions are just too much   you have your status and all of your money so don't presume to understand   so don't patronize me privileged fucker   you could never know what it's like to feel so starved   at the end of a short rope   at the end of every night - ask yourself   what is left of your life?   it's a disease