I went out there
And knew what to expect.
For some reason
I hoped I was wrong.
Obviously I wasn’t,
Otherwise I wouldn’t have cried.
You all did great
And have reason to be happy.
But don’t try to fix my sadness.
Maybe I deserve it.
I put myself down
And you say to stop.
The truth is, I cant.
All the things
That come to my mind,
Are bad.
I cant think about tomorrow
And be happy.
Today wont leave my mind.
Contemplating quitting.
Why should I try?
I don’t want to see
How the future turns out.
Don’t want to know
If I ever get out of this drought.
Cuz from the way things look,
I think I know what to expect.
