Empty I feel, can't tell what's real. Searching for a meaning. Why are my thoughts screaming

Straight inside, the energy resides. Let it drive you everyday, living kinda okay

I guess, but it sucks you dry. Nothing left. Depressed. Hollow shell, is this hell

Life purpose versus me, I attack, it evades. Masquerade, life's just one big charade

Purpose. Finding it, losing it. Take a hit because there's no point. Distraction with a joint

The feeling of alone creeping in and then I realize why. The purpose keeps me in the sky

Better or worse, gift or a curse? Electrical signals disperse

Done with work at five, feeling the freedom, again alive. Meet up with friends. The usual trend

How is your life, I say. Answer back isn't real, disconnection I feel, like every single day

Talk too deep, puts you to sleep. Guess we'll stick to small talk. Staring at the moon as I

Walk in the door, party to explore. More and more faces. Anxiety races

Slowly connecting, opening up. Everyone poor another cup

Getting late. We conversate, about deep shit, real shit. I admit

(Happy to bond. Soon it will all be gone and you will forget this taste, back to feeling life is a waste. Erased)

Purpose. Finding it, losing it. Take a hit because there's no point. Distraction with a joint

The feeling of alone creeping in and then I realize why. The purpose keeps me in the sky

Better or worse, gift or a curse? Cycle I rehearse

(Happy to bond. Soon it will all be gone and you will forget this taste, back to feeling life is a waste. Erased)