Trying to figure out who I really am, Calm, and collected on the outside, Complex, and divided on the inside, What am i doing here? Just one more drink, says I to the bartender , Now its time to fly, I don't think I can drive, I guess I will just try or die, One more drink, and I wont be alive, I better commit myself, to the hospital, So I can try to fit in what societies molded to, Give me a psychosis, so you can tell me whats wrong, Maybe you can make my problems fade away? I wake up find myself, face down, I know this is sad, but this is true, Now I am back in the bar, And, I have been here longer then a hour, Half conscious I stumble to the door, Face first I hit the ground, Eyes heavy, slowly shutting, hiding my sight from the world, If I had it my way, I wouldn't be here. Wake up in the emergency room, "you're lucky this time" Stomach pumped, "Don't you have any self control? Deep down desires,That have wicked intent, I wish I could fake the way I really am, But this is all I can be, I guess I will remain trying to figure out who I really am.