every minute of the day
i think and feel dismayed
over and over again
i think, i feel, i think, i feel
and suddenly break

yesterday, tomorrow, today
over and over again
i think, i feel, i think, i feel
yes, dwelling really kills
times like these make me still

what, when, how, why
questions making me cry
hopelessness, rage, depression
unknown as to when these will end
longing for peace, chance to comprehend