we all die alone

I can't but feel that typical reaction at this point
without my 201 mile security blanket i'm left facing the reality of the situation
Maybe its just depressing, depressants, maybe its just the minor tone
Maybe its that overcast tone that has hid in the shadows all my life
Maybe its that shape watching me, waiting till i drop my guard

willing to turn my back to the walls, and forget everything ive ever feared
maybe its time i turned past this childish bullshit
but i know i never will

identity is confusion, those preferences that make you
The primal screamer is still buried inside me
deeper than deep