I rise with with the morning sun
only to die at night again
swallowed whole in the stomach of leviathan
I've been been through the thick
and it's left my body rail thin
my bones may break
I hope they only bend
I grew up and my problems got bigger
understand now why my family hates themselves and their livers
life went from semi-sweet to the worst kind of bitter
I never wanted to start, can I really be called a quitter ?