I've heard that "No man is an island, entire of itself" but
There are days.....

I wonder "Is the juice worth the squeeze?"
am I winning this battle, just to lose the war?
because oceans have swallowed me whole
and the tides are pulling at my shore

My screams only echo, causing tsunamis that
threaten to destroy every remnant of sanity I have left
So I pray to a god I know doesn't exist
or if he does, he must be deaf

most days I feel like my daughter
would be better off with her father dead
if it wasn't for her smile, I swear this life
would turn from gold to lead