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I wear the same clothes for days at a time.I've got the weight of a washing machine on my mindwith the whole world bouncing around inside of it.And as I talk about doomsday and bands,I'm letting the chance of a lifetime just slip through my handsand land on the floor by the bed that I'm lying in.I'm having trouble with sleeping again.I turn to the stack of books that all my friends recommend,but I can't even focus on the lines, let alone what's between them.So I surrender and watch some TVand just feel ashamed of myself for giving into complacancy,breaking the two packs a day mark days ago.And I finally paid off the van then I bought a new car with better gas mileage than the van gotbut I know I'm financing a war fought for greed and bravado.I know where my taxes gowhile my taxes know nothing about me.My roommate's boyfriend's a nice enough guybut still I dread when he's here and I have to say "hi"even though our conversations never go on much beyond it.Letras de cancionesI don't know when I first got this way.I think that I used to be someone with something to say,but for the first time in my life, I feel more lonely than anything.Because I know people my age with childrenand I know people my age with husbands and wives,even more people my age with high paying jobs,even more people my age with miserable lives.So it's they that I take shelter under and let laundry nor loan payments ever put asunderbut help me stay happy inside of these four smoke-stained walls,waiting for someone to call,as I'm waiting to just disappear. From Letras Mania