Still Pathetic

I'm just too tired to fake it. It takes all I have just to make it. My nerves are just shot and I've given all I've got. And I don't know how much longer I can take it. Me, myself and I, consumed with self pity. Lost in my own little world. I've got to get out of this city. I need some air, it's not that I don't care. But love is lost and I need to find it, no matter the cost. Urgent desperation, leaves me breathless and in need of respiration. Walls of silence surround my soul. My hearts pounding just to get a glimpse out through a hole. Won't you help me? I feel I'm about to lose control. I've lost my ticket and the trains gone down the track. It just left me hear wondering if it's ever coming back. To carry away my blues. Until that day, I'll remain feeling I was just born to lose.