It's easier to wallow
with no additional weight

It's easier to swallow
tiny morsels stripped off the bone

It's easier to swallow
when you submit to fate

It's easier to wallow
when you decide to walk alone

never wallow in your sorrow
it is hard to change our way
all we can do is be better tomorrow
than we were yesterday

don't dwell on indiscretions
forgiveness is a one way street
when looking for an angel
it's the devil you might meet

never wallow in your sorrow
it can only lead to fray
tomorrow is another day borrowed
it was made to be yesterday

what can you do
when every instinct in your body
is screaming to fight,
to stay alive,
but your mind
has lost the will to live?