monday morning you woke up crying the outcome of a stupid line said by some punk asshole on the street it wasn t me it wasn t you it wasn t anybody you knew is it your old friend insecurity the one companion that stuck by your side since you were born tuesday night you were in a fight the same old argument black and white it s something that s eating you inside it s not the food it s not the booze it isn t anything consumed so is it becoming a problem you can t hide and all those times you thought that you were wrong but you were right the devil on your shoulder gives you strength in paranoia the countless times you call a few your best friend till the end of time they ll always be there by your side solidify conditions you ve abused what that means you ll never have a clue more than just a life long friend no social life i guess we can pretend it s not like i care but anyway you always wanna leave you never wanna stay cause you think if you drink too much then you will lose it you ll drink your security away the one companion that stuck by your side since you were born the little voice inside your head annoying and confusing that somehow tells you what to do socially you ve lost your mind and basically you re out of time you try to build so much it breaks on you what that means you ll never have a clue what that means you ll never have a what that means you ll never have a what that means you ll never have a clue