Not A Problem

Another forced dead smile
Another stupid story
Breakfast in the bathroom
I can't do this one more day
What's in my back pocket?
What happened to my face?
Some years I can't remember
They don't seem so far away
Putting on my headphones
Walking down the stares
I thought I might be dying
But it's just too hard to change
Don't think about the next day
Now is all that I can bear
I can't see how you do it
It's not a problem; it's not fair
I so much want to tell you
All the bad things that I've done today
And then again tomorrow
But I swallowed it away
And I just kept on drinking
I wasn't even talking
I surely wasn't making
Any sense at all