Say that life isn't a straight pace,
but rather a climb to the top.
And I'll laugh with a pain in face.
I'm done with the trip, let me stop.
Cause I've been falling down down down
since the start of this dreadful climb.
Gasping for breath, before I drown
in the sea below, almost time.
Those watery breaths take no more
than how I struggle upon land.
Soon my body will wash on shore,
for I see no help here, no hand.
But if one comes to offer light,
Then I know I can try to fight.