it pours

not enjoying this daily ride,                                                                             
feeling like dayum inside.                                                                                
i just wanna lay down and cry,                                                                         
who really gives a fuck if i just die?                                                                 
my family has there life,                                                                                  
with inner demons i still fight.                                                                        
lonely streets gett'in to be                                                                           
a bother.                                                                                                  
not a muse anymore,                                                                           
seem's like all society then done                                                                 
for me is show me, the door.