Closer to my lifes end

I'm tired of always sleeping, in my clothes and on this couch
I hate waking up and being told I gotta bounce
Living out of a suitecase, is always loads of fun
If I were suicidal, I'd already own a gun
I wish I had my blanket, I'm living my worst nightmare
Life is what you make it and sometimes life ain't fare
Incomplete I still remain
Fuckked off in the head, but I block out all the pain
It's another year gone, gone with the wind
I'm another year closer, closer to my life's end
22 years have already went so fast
It seems as everyone passes, faster, than the last
I saw a familiar woman,standing right over there
The longer that I looked at her, it soon became, a sad, deep stare
So at this time, I can only remember  
The two saddest days ever, and they both happened in December