Sometimes, I'm just tired.
It's not very much fun, but I do.
Sometimes I'm just sad.
It's not very much fun, but I do.
Sometimes I'm angry and hurt.
It is what it is.
Once or twice I thought about the end.
The moment when all troubles go away.
It's a scary thought to have
when you are all by yourself.
What do you do
when you feel you can't move?
It can be so heartbreaking to feel you've given your all,
yet your all is not enough.
But I am still here;
though sometimes I cry,
I think there's nothing more wonderful than life.
Cause you are here,
you, in your perfect way,
you, who have cried as much as me
yet smile the same wether there's sun or there's rain.
You give me hope,
that peace of mind
is a thought away.
Haven't been around here in a while. I hope all of you are alright <3