Every once in a while, you just wake up and then forget to smile
You look up at the sun and you say, damn, it's been a while
I haven't seen you in a while, Mr. Light
Only thing that I feel at night is the cold, is the pain, is the way that my brain switches
Off when I look in the mirror
It's the same man that I've been my whole life
I wish I could change
I wish I could adapt to the strife
Instead, I choose to lay down with a knife
No metaphor, that's just reality
I am trying my best to get away from this death that I choose to exist next to
Every single day, it's like I'm stuck in a blues clues trying to figure out who's who
And where I should go
I don't really know
Nobody really knows
I'm doing my best not to just be depressed and instead, I'm trying to live and not exist in laziness
Now, escape, run away, hide your face
Try to figure out if this is your place
If it's not, then that's fine
Just go try to make a bed, build a roof and a wall
Try to keep it from being full of lead so it doesn't slowly poison your soul over time
Invest in a place that you thought would have kept you warm, but now your body is losing
Its ability to keep you safe and alive
Now you're only doing one thing and that's dying
So change it
Rearrange your situations