So I've been trying to wait this sickness out,
Cause they say it all gets better.
But I'm starting to think that's all just a lie,
And this is how it'll be forever.
Could this be the end of me,
The me I always thought I'd be?
The me that had the things she needed,
Happiness and love?
Not this me that's lacking hope,
And losing faith in things above?
But being jaded's hard to do,
Yeah its not so easy swallowing truth.
You look away when the veil is lifted,
But your crumbling existence is blatant proof.
Proof that these days aren't exceptions,
That happiness cannot be found.
That no matter how hard you close your eyes,
Your feet will still touch solid ground.
