a plethora of pills to keep my mind at bay
but it doesnt help, the thoughts wont go away
stuck in a never ending melancholic twilight
there is a way out, not one i'm ready to consider
so it looks like i'm here to stay
things looking worse every day
"you are meant for something great" they always say
but i sure dont feel that way

living only for that fading high
that release from reality
that relief from impending insanity
i can feel it coming
maybe its already here
but everything is a blur
i wish these dark skies would become clear

looking for the light
stuck in this fight
in my mind
i cannot hide
so i'll bide my time
until the day i die
i hope it comes soon, i cannot lie