Waltzing through life on clouds of gray
Singing ballads of sweet sorrow
Hoping the sun will stay
But it always disappears before the morrow
Until all that is left are beautiful words on a page
And thoughts that drift through my head
To confine themselves inside of my ribcage
Battering my bones until I wish I was dead
And then, when I can't take the pain anymore
It stops and I feel numb
Left no more with a festering sore
No longer thinking of everything that I should have done
Every tree in my forest that never took root
From the tallest red oak trees that rotted out slowly
To the little green saplings all covered in soot
Leaving my forest empty and lonely
Frozen solid in the cold winter air
The cold rips through me like a knife
Cutting me open just to watch me bleed
Reminding me that death is easy, what's hard is life