I Hate Weeks Like This

When thoughts..
Keep pooping in your head
The won't go away

You have to hold back tears
So no one has to worry
About the crushing pain inside

The past is haunting
The future looks grim
I can't take it much longer

I hate it
I hate it
I hate it

Did I mention I hate it?

I'm loosing grip
As I'm hanging off the cliff
Like coyote chasing road runner

No one is going to save me
When anvils fall
I'll be last to survive

I'm not invincible
I'm nothing but the thin air you breathe
When you sleep...

I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry