Ink - Dichotomy

Maybe I’m a waste of ink, but you used to want me

I’m passing psychologically, but failing toxicology

I’ve wasted so much time asking «what if»

That I’ve lost sight of what is

My room feels different at five A. M

I’m getting tired of using old solutions for new problems

But I know that I’ll do it again

I don’t know what I did, I can’t keep doing this

I’m out of ideas, and I’m tired

Of being tired of feeling alone

Maybe if I make my songs sound happy, I’ll feel it too

If I say it to you, it doesn’t mean that it’s true

If you say it to me, that won’t make me believe

In you