I can see into your mind,
Within it's combined.
And you're all but cinfined.
But you can hear whispers in the wind.
The rumors you hear
Are way too sheer.
The numbers are clear,
So get me a beer.
We're always alone.
But it's also unknown.
That it's my biggest fear.
And so you'll sneer.
This game we play,
We have to listen to what they say.
Everything is gray.
We don't see a reason to stay.
The game is life,
With too much strife.
We want to use a knife,
Just to end this night.
But we know this hope.
It's rehab day 11.
There's a might and a will
The end is not so near.