All the things that I've never had
Are all of the things that have had at me
My wishes of the things I love
Become phantasmic memory
As this new feeling burns inside
Close akin to travesty
My mind returns to seize the day
When heaven came to bury me
I watch tomorrow's yesterday
Slipping slyly through the glass
Contaminating leagues of failures
Bringing such new pain to pass
And each new day now slips away
Becoming weeks and months and years
And storms begin to brew and rage
Behind this veil of bitter tears
There I find myself outside
Peering into my dark mind
Wasted days now tapestries
Binding, dragging me behind
I realize this fiendish hourglass
Has become my true existence
Happiness slips into sorrow
Finds not one grain of resistance
How is it I've come to be
The epitome of wasted days
Buried beneath happiness
Reigning in this clouded haze
If I could only flip the glass
And watch my sorrows drain away
Becoming joy instead of pain
Creating brighter yesterdays
Maybe storms would cease to rage
And time would cease to have its way
And I could rise from my demise
Instead of just slipping away