I know you’re expected to be tough all the time,
so you just keep on walking
pretending like you don’t have to cry.
I know you're tired of fighting the dark,
and you can never catch a break.
Everyone wants you to be strong,
but you just feel weak.
They tell you the road will get better
and you just need to **** it up.
Or maybe if you tried harder
you wouldn't be stuck in your rut.
So you dwell on that same question again
“Why am I still here?"
always living on an empty stomach,
never able to get your fill.
Knowing your misery would end,
if you just ate all your pills.