Shoot My Apathy
Just give me one reason to stay here,
in a place where I have to hide what I want,
where I need to pretend what I feel,
when everything around makes me sleepy.
Just give me one reason to stay,
because I can't find it anymore.
Maybe with pain this apathy could be filled,
you could try to break my fingers one by one,
or stick rusted needles under my nails,
or put something poisoned in my veins.
Because I want to feel vivacious.
Because I need to feel something.
Maybe all I need is a shot in the heart.