Gusty like the wind

Distant from faces hollow and uncomfortable
I haven't been up or down in so long, but believe me
Depression just takes too much and I'm far too drained to give her what's due
I live for defeat
Find myself searching for the worst
Take me where I need to go I'm much too tired to live alone
Making a life dead on the inside
Circulation like 65 at 5 and it never lets up
Tomorrow I'll forget what drove me to this paper, but I'll use it anyway
Like the friends and family I love and ignore
God give me a reason to love this place
Come on just one reason
Making a life dead on the inside
Circulation like 65 at 5 and it never lets up
I'm trying to shake these bitter days but it never lets up
Making a life dead on the inside
Circulation like 65 at 5 and it never lets up