A Lonely Place of Dying

The anesthetic never set in and i'm
 wondering what the hell i'm doing here
 My body's giving out on me
 Despite the pills and all this fucking therapy
 The anesthetic never set in and i'm
 wondering if i'll ever feel alive again
 I'm sick, i'm spent and i'm wearing thin
 But I don't want this, why is this the life I live
 My body's giving out on me
 Despite the pills and all this fucking therapy
 As I sit here in my hospital bed,
 it smells of alcohol and dead skin,
 my mind is rotting with each passing second
 As I riddle with my depression, all under my descrection
 The anesthetic never set in and i'm
 wondering if i'll ever feel alive again
 I'm sick, i'm spent and i'm wearing thin
 But I don't want this, why is this the life I live
 The anesthetic never set in and i'm
 wondering if i'll ever feel alive again
 I'm sick, i'm spent and i'm wearing thin
 But I don't want this, why is this the life I live
 My mind is rotting with each passing second
 As I riddle with my depression
 I've given life to this grief that I couldn't understand
 Slumped heavy and dug my line in the sand
 Lamentation that's all that could grow
 The doubt you planted i've made it my home
 Like the flowers outside my spirit is dead
 Took out the dirt and I made this my bed
 The anesthetic never set in and i'm
 wondering if i'll ever feel alive again