everything's a problem
yet everyone's moved on
every night i'm thinking
until the time to sleep has gone
nowhere seems safe
every path seems so long
every choice i make
turns out to be wrong

everywhere i look
something waits to be fixed
every person that i've loved
is another one i'll miss
head in my hands
at the end of my wits
telling myself
that i have to deal with it

but i'm tired
and i'm sore
don't know
how much more
i can take
before i crash
it's not funny
but i laugh