disappointing morning,
i woke up to find that i survived another night
some would call me foolish
to feel betrayed by my own waking eyes
but i could sense what was coming next, the flames of death that burn inside me
with every breath and every step, i'm left to waste away in silence
but i'm not trying to bring you down
and i don't mean to complain
but sometimes i wish you could understand
our days together are not the same
nobody cares, nobody hears
when you're screaming in the dark
when you're drowning in your tears
nobody's there
no one appears
you're just left alone in your empty home
to sail on through the years
though the weather may be great today
you and i are feeling different ways
though the sun may shine and the grass is green
on the inside all i can do is scream
and i'm well aware that you can't relate
you remind me with every word you say
and i know you only want to help
but I still just want to **** myself
and i'm not trying to bring you down
and i don't mean to complain
but sometimes i wish you could understand
our days together are not the same
our days together are not the same
nobody cares, nobody hears
when you're screaming in the dark
when you're drowning in your tears
nobody's there
no one appears
you're just left alone in your empty home
to sail on through the years
today is my last chance to join the 27 club
will i decide to make it,
or throw it all away for love?
Wrote this just now, in a state of profound depression triggered by waking up on the last and final day before my 28th birthday.
