won't miss this, time

You'll miss me when I'm gone
That's something I hope not
You'll kiss me when I've gone
Even more inside my thoughts
Feeling lonely and more lost
My mind dreaming crazy thoughts

More vivid than before
My only fucking thought
Is well it end within the floor
At the fucking end of Aug
Will I finally shut the fucking door
Or continue through the fog
I can't take this anymore
Running on these rusty cogs
Rusty clockwork in my soul
Flipping out on every pog
No one taps me anymore
My life feels like a lifeless log
Chopped up limbs for mi amor
Rings running up my arm
Every year counting even more
Keeping myself busy far from harm
Self infliction is what I adore
But I know I'll lose my charm
If they find me bleeding on the floor

I'll learn to change my stubborn way
Stubborn in almost everyday
Stubborn in everything I say
Or hear, even when I play
I'm never wrong I always say
I'm always right even today
Even when I know I'm wrong
I'll never admit it anyway

So to the counting clocks that sway
And the changing of the day
The way the moon turns into day
The way the sun begins it's pace
I'll keep on keeping on
From the begin of the may
To the end of August days