i dont feel it the way you want me too. and i dont lift it up they way the rest of you do, i dont feel it, i dont feel it, all i do is remember it. my laminin must be crooked, she stands on that stage and screams that we are never the same, well i feel the same and i dont feel like a tree in a hurricane bending beneath the winds of mercy. i dont feel it. and i drink this cold glass slowly wishing it was stinging the way it used too. i am not there, i am tired of trying to get there. i would rather drown in this glass, than stand to something i can't do. i would rather drown in this glass tonight.