I've got to concede, I'm in a ton of sorrow Pray for a better tomorrow, I'm on borrowed time I say I'm fine, but I'm dying inside Pain in silence is a dire crime Reaching the end of the line That's not just because I have no one to call Looks like the ground is going to catch me, I have no one to lean on & I'm about to fall Getting by is a tall order, I'm mentally at the edge, I'm at the border My anxieties try to govern me, but I try to ignore her In a quarter-life crisis with a gaze of strife in my iris Please end this, what I seek is at the end of the abyss I promise myself that things will look up But I'm always looking down Because there's nothing to look forward to