No Man's Land

He says that he likes
That I don't lie
If I'm being honest I do
Most of the time
It seems pretty mad
For me to tell you that
But I'm tired of what I
Seem to be I draw the line
It's getting pretty hard
To tell the things apart
That make me happy make me sad
What's a dream and what's a fact
And yeah I think of you
As I always do
But Things that used to lift me up
Disappoint me what the fuck
Is there anything
In this No Mans Land
People call this place my mind
I'm alone here most of the time
Is there anyone
That I can rely on
Ps I don't know what to do
I wouldn't mind dying soon
There's not a single thing
You could do I think
I am better off on my own
I'm used to that pain feels like home
I hate that you talk
Buts it's alright l'll take a walk
I hate that she listens
My empathy is missing
It's getting pretty hard
To tell the things apart
That make me happy make me sad
What's a dream and what's a fact
Someone was telling me
You're not supposed to be
Sad when you're sat in the sun
But I'm sad, I'm lonely and I'm drunk
She was telling me
All the things she needs
It'd be a house and a good man
And a dog and a second chance
She's gonna get messed up
She's gonna mess it up
She's a liar and a thief
But still she's happier than me