Letra de Part ii (motel art)

This isn´t what i hoped i´d have to say. it´s nothing that you want
to hear. to say that nothing´s changed would be understating
understatement. things change, times change- i remain the same, but
(only) distantly familiar. is this the way it is or just the way i´ve
let it be? i lie, i cheat, i steal, i kill. if i could sleep, i
dream of having reasons to wake up. they lie, they cheat, they steal,
they kill. and every night they fall asleep content. it´s not
depression for depression´s sake, or desperation for a song. this is
every day. this is all i know. so sick of days dreading the nights.
so tired of fighting to keep off the lights. so sick of searching for
what´s going to make it right. and now you´re sick of the same song?
i´m sick of writing it. falling apart when nothing´s wrong. i wish i
could could write a line, a sentence, or a word that could pretend for
long enough to give you what you want. i wish i could write a line, a
sentence, or a word that could pretend for long enough to tell me what i want.
but there´s no resolution here, i´ve learned better than to wish. there´s no resolution here. there is only this