The walk from my apartment to train tracks has never seemed. So fucking long and so fucking cold just bring me to peace My life is nothing more than constant cries of disappointments I've leveraged all my time in Hobbies that aren't valued and unimportant But still I come I fear myself and I realized that I'm stuck in the same place I'm a manic depressive who spends All his time in a basement in Brookline I say I try but what that really means I complain constantly About growing older and dying in my sleep I've given up on almost everything That I've come in contact with recently All that I have going for me is Playing games made for kids in their teens I'll never be anything more than nothing "I'll draw a card and pass my turn Looks like I'm all tapped out I'll throw a bolt into your face" That's all I think about Nothing ever seems to change Whether I want it I always stay the same I keep thinking that something I'll do Will pull me from this home that keeps pulling me in. You're pulling me in