The sun doesn't shine anymore,
it's been dark for a while.
When the day looks like it might be good,
the weight comes crashing down.
Sending me spinning in this hell,
with my heart stapled to my sleeve.
The voice in the back of my head is yelling,
telling me when it looks better it'll only get worse.
Tragidy everywhere that I look,
like torn pages from a book
where is the end?
Not at the end of a rope
or the last drop of hope,
it can't be that last single tear
or when you are numb without fear.
When you're missing ignorant bliss
back when  you didn't feel like this.
When you keep yourself up at night,
thinking of all the things that aren't right.
Back when the sky was always blue,
and you didn't question everything you do.
When your body wasn't sore from working tell you're dead,
back when you weren't scared but fearless instead.
Where have the days gone?
When everything in the world didn't feel so wrong.