Sometimes I don't want
To get out of bed
Sometimes I think I'd be
Better off dead
Sometimes I crawl back
Inside my shadows and cry
Sometimes I'd like to throw
It all away, just to get high
I believe
I believe I might
I believe I might have a problem
Thoughts jump around
One minute flying high in the sky
Next I'm bound, tied up lying on the ground
Crying out to God, "why me Lord,why?"
Safety, serenity is hard to find
Takes drinks and pills
To dull my frantic scattered mind
Wish I could say, I'm doing fine
But to be honest
I'd just be feeding you a big fat lie
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 12:45 AM UTC
Sometimes I don't want
To get out of bed
Sometimes I think I'd be
Better off dead
Sometimes I crawl back
Inside my shadows and cry
Sometimes I'd like to throw
It all away, just to get high
I believe
I believe I might
I believe I might have a problem
Thoughts jump around
One minute flying high in the sky
Next I'm bound, tied up lying on the ground
Crying out to God, "why me Lord,why?"
Safety, serenity is hard to find
Takes drinks and pills
To dull my frantic scattered mind
Wish I could say, I'm doing fine
But to be honest
I'd just be feeding you a big fat lie