Will there ever be a valid explanation for this chaos I call life?
Don’t get me wrong, having been given the gifts of free-thinking and will, I am all too well aware of the fact that the choices I make are my own.
I hope that something gets better one day, ’cause this shit has got to improve. Won’t be long before there’s nothing else I can lose and I’m tired.
I’m barely holding on these days. My fingers are getting sore. I’ve lost my grip and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Don’t let me drown..
Don’t let my die away..
Don’t let me fade into the nothing of the darkness in my soul..