You lived your life in sadness
believing to be trapped in a prison.
Clinging to imaginary madness,
mistaking hallucinations for a vision.
It didn’t seem so great in that haze
you realize then, it was better when
you were back in the old days.
Can I find a sliver of hope?I don’t know.
It’s quite a slippery slope to put on a show,
and I know that the climb can seem so slow.
But at the top there’s fertile soil ready to grow.
It didn’t seem a place for a flag to raise
but it could be better then, all the days when
you were back in the old days.
Now you realize the lights were on
when you thought you were in the dark.
But that time is long gone,
you should’ve noticed the smallest spark.
You’ve lived your life in depression
waiting for the future to start,
avoiding any passion or obsession
convinced that either would break your heart.
It doesn’t seem so great but it was a phase,
but now it’s nicer than, what you remember when
you were back in the old days.