Can you tell me why I stare at the sun,
When I know it makes me blind?
Can you tell me why I don’t hang with friends,
And complain about being lonely?
Can you explain to me the joys of your life,
In a way that I would understand?
Can you light up the path that leads me to you,
When I have my head crammed up my ***?
Can you give me back my childhood?
I want it back so **** bad.
Can you give me one good reason to move on,
To not be depressed, but glad?
To me, it’s as if you’ve always seen the light,
You stare at the sun when you know it’s bright,
But unlike me, you don’t go blind,
It seems to be all in the state of mind.