the pressures built inside

i cant stand it, i cant take it away, it wont leave with out a fight, i no longer look for brighter days, im ashamed of what ive become, im trapped inside the walls of emptiness, what left unsaid is what i feel there is of me to love, just nothing, its all a painstaking fakeness that doesnt take as much time to prepare for aqauintances as does the time to be real, i dont care about love and all of its appeal, i want something that takes the breath from me, but what i get is, one last cigarette before i go to bed with the emptiness that i can see, take me home before i go crazy let me know that someone cares about a second hope not the one that comes after the first but just an instant to break the chain of fireless hearths inside of me will you break into me, i have a stone cold hearth i call it my heart, theres trust and hope if you work for both, but dont come crying because your not her, its old. please just take me home

anywhere is where i need to go so fast an i can feed the hunger