Life has a lane,
we go down the road of shame.
The road gets rough,
life is getting more and more rough.
The car starts to break down,
the fool standing there looks like a clown.
He can't see far down the rocky road,
he doesn't want help to be towed.
He will make it one way,
or is that all he wants to say?
Everything seems so far,
he wants to drown his thoughts in the bar.
The walk there will take a while,
but no one has him on file.
No one knows where he's at,
but all he did was sat.
Waiting for the road to be what he wants,
but all it does is taunts.

Life is spinning,
Depression is winning.
Life gets better,
it can't always be stormy weather.
Its getting to the point,
were I rely on a joint.
I get high because I feel low,
even though it doesn't show.
Things get better,
don't read that hurtful letter.
It will cause pain,
it seems like endless rain.
Life is suppose to be fun,
its sad to say that I am done..

Time keeps ticking,
right now the lights are flickering.
It raining pretty hard and
my heart took a shard.
The pain was so real,
oh what I would do to not feel.
Its getting really late,
but this feeling is apart of fate.
My life is crashing down,
I'm sorry for a frequent frown.
Nothing goes right...
At this time of night...