Looking Dead At The Function

The motivations gone by morning, I mean soon as I wake up All the things I said I'd change about myself last night are null I could begin, or I could do myself right in I guess today, the day before seems I'd rather close the door I'd love to know why it seems like I'm doing it all to myself I'd love to believe, but I know it too well Like I cry, I can leave this behind, but, oh well I guess I'm under my spell I told the doctor, "I'm uneasy," he never told me why I'll take the chance to let that go It's deep in sadness 'til I die I can't allow for a moment of relief Like a clock of self-deceit, it seems like I'm always on repeat I'd love to know why it seems like I'm doing it all to myself I'd love to believe, but I know it too well Like I cry, I can leave this behind, but, oh well I guess I'm under my spell