I think we're all ****** up in our own way
just trying to make it to the next day
because yesterday has failed us
and we've given up on tomorrow
each day moves further
growing longer it seems
every morning that passes
there is sorrow by the masses
and its days like these where that sorrow grows
and can no longer be ignored
or pushed into a corner
hidden by the shadows
of all that was supposed to protect us

once upon a time

because the sun didn't get the memo
that morning hit and it was supposed to rise
pushing back the darkness to its designated corner
keeping all our demons away

once upon a time is supposed to end in happily ever after
I hate that as a child I believed in such things as that
always set up for failure
from the start I didn't stand a chance

I tried to find my happy
but now I believe I'm just a failure
that doesn't know when to give up
tied to a truck that won't stop driving
ripping the skin from my body
revealing my insides, making me raw
and I'm not yet numb to the pain
you wouldn't believe how long I've been dragged
and that the people driving
are all those I ever loved most
laughing as they watch through their rearview mirrors

no amount of time can save me
no amount of anything could ever help
I'm the piece of hay in a needle stack
trying to take all I lost back
but i never stood a chance in this world
being poked and prodded over and over

everyday its predator and prey
a sick game that shouldn't be played
I thought I stood on the same piece of the pyramid
as those who walk beside me
yet they constantly eat me
cabalistically
tearing me limb from limb

I wake up refreshed
thinking with fear 'here we go again'
trying to survive
but I'll never have a heart cold enough
never have a heart stone enough
to withstand the **** that goes on

all I ever wanted is happiness
and a true love to make me okay
yet again I find myself thrown astray
used, bruised, and abused
slashes through old scars
slices through an already wounded heart

Maybe I'll just retreat back to the corner
the same place my demons call home
and when the sun finally gets the memo
that it was supposed to rise long ago
I'll follow the shadows wherever they go