i don't know how i'm gonna get through tomorrow.
i'm at the pit of sorrow.

i don't know how i'm gonna get through the rest of this week.
with the flies of betrayal flaring around me, so to speak.

i don't know how I'm gonna get through the one after that.
any volunteers to drop me in a toxic vat?

because anything could feel better than this.
at least there i could find bliss.

and i know this comprehension is two-sided.
however, could you walk through a tunnel called misguided?

my apologies, my thoughts are in knots.
but i suppose irony has a way of perceiving, reason does not.