Most days are fine
Or as okay as they can be
I don't care much
Or I just don't think at all
But some nights
When I'm alone
These thoughts come racing by
And the restlessness comes back
Like a reminder of old days
Of darkness and confusion
Sadness and then numbs
With a blade inside my palm
I don't know why
But I do know how
Like a blender in my stomach
And a noose around my heart
Like a race inside my head
That will never stop
And a swirl behind my eyes
Though I'll never cry
I guess I'll have to cope
And learn to just get by
My spirit is mile high
And my head is in the skies
The worst is over
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
Most days are fine
Or as okay as they can be
I don't care much
Or I just don't think at all
But some nights
When I'm alone
These thoughts come racing by
And the restlessness comes back
Like a reminder of old days
Of darkness and confusion
Sadness and then numbs
With a blade inside my palm
I don't know why
But I do know how
Like a blender in my stomach
And a noose around my heart
Like a race inside my head
That will never stop
And a swirl behind my eyes
Though I'll never cry
I guess I'll have to cope
And learn to just get by
My spirit is mile high
And my head is in the skies
The worst is over
