The Sun Don't Ever Shine

This conversation needs to end
I'm so sick to my stomach
My bones keep locking up
My back feels like I'm carrying the world
Everything hurts and it just seems like I can't stop the pain

Emotionally I'm just broken
So give me a lecture of how I should be happy
Just for I can break down and cry
My mind tells me I'm better off dead
Nervous breakdowns are my new best friend
And choking on blood is his friend
I could do without both of them

Someone give me a reason to live
Because I don't have any anymore
Blurry vision and broken trust
What a cliffnote
I'm afraid that I'm giving up

◄ Words of The Waiting Man 31

Crazy Taxi ►

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