hey mike i wish i could help you figure something out but it's been too long since we spoke your sarcasm radiates unhappiness so withdrawn and rooted deep inside are you content at twenty-seven were you hopeful at 17? a void the size of oceans stretches out between us i guess our blood is suppose to be a bridge can you pull yourself up from this self hatred can you pull yourself up frustrations driven you to angry dreams let nebraska disappear in golden flames of grain i know you can't imagine having company right now there's a world of tired faces that understand this pain there's a better life waiting on the outside of these decaying walls your bitterness doesn't surprise me as these pointless days go screaming by rejected sour eyes can't imagine blue skies i wish you could find something to live for besides the agony of bleeding towards the last breath i truly believe that you want more than this (this is killing you) that what you want is very simple somehow so complex to get please don't hate yourself.