I feel so weak
By the memories I made
And every week
Seems to be like the same
The same old blame
The same old chair
I’m sitting, I’m without a sight
A whirlwind of scenes, my mind don’t let me sleep at night
Throwing bets in the air
Thinking Should I really care?
Exausted of everyone saying how I’m suppose to feel
When I feel down
My only sound is my voice, no noise
Trying a melody
My fists are now so tired
Writing on a crumpled paper, my maker
I can’t deny
I feel relieved
By the melodies I make
And every week
This becomes bearable
A great new song
A great new sound
My fears keep running to the ground
A whirlwind of scenes
My mind keeps working into the night
Throwing bets in the air
Do I really care?
Exausted of everyone saying how I’m suppose to deal
When I feel down
My only sound is my voice, no noise
Trying a melody
My fists are now so tired
Writing on a crumpled paper, my maker
I can’t deny
When time seems so hard
To face it
And you just wanna escape
Need some purpose to make you wanna stay
When I feel down
My only sound is my voice, no noise
Becoming inspired
Describing how I feel at the moment
That’s how I deal with my monster
I’m telling how I feel at the moment
Just overcoming my monsters
