it silences the voices only temporarily.
at what point did I lose the ability to stomp this out? or do I just think I had it at one point but never really did?
I just don't understand at all. Why is it so much harder to hold on to what I know, and so easy to let bits of things drawn out inferred speculated upon so completely undo me? There's got to be some way to fix this. It's not logical.

I came home tonight
I felt like I'd die of loneliness
Strange you think, popularity
I'm looking for a simple life,
life ain't simple
I'm sick and tired, I don't wanna be alone
I go to a party, but I don't really want to
So now i'm sitting out here on my porch
writing in the dark air, listening to
my little black cat miau
I'm trying to vent some of the terrible passion
that's coursing through me
There's something about you
There's something about spending the afternoon
asleep in your arms
I hate you
Fucker

eels - fucker (when asked who it was to, e replied it was a letter to himself)