Stumbling around trying to make it past these bends.
I can’t roll with the punches and keep wanting everything to end.
The storm pushes past in a few brief moments when I’m in your presence.
What happened to the better days, I’m still left pondering on the essence.
If only I could figure out a way to rid myself of the negativity.
But I feel like I may have lost myself completely.
So as I try to keep every last shred of my sanity,
I’ll try not to get lost in all of life’s vanity.
I guess I could try to make the most out of the time I have left.
Tell me, what’s the point if I don’t feel anything beating in my chest?
My soul feels like it keeps leaving my body.
I try and try, but have no interest in any new hobby.
I’m nothing but a lifeless corpse, dragging what’s left of my being around.
It keeps getting worse and I’m not sure if I can get used to the sound.
So as I try not to give up, I’ll just hope that one day I’ll be enough.