Things could be so much worse
Pain beyond this lingering curse
I repeat to myself
And take such words to heart
So why does it only result in declination
If I’m doing what I’m told
And speaking the words I should be saying
To say that life could be much worse
Only makes things more pathetic
Reminding me of all the suffering
And this world’s only trying to forget it
I don’t care anymore if things could be worse
When what I do have won’t move along with each day
Why can’t things be better?
There’s no point to live, to stay
It just doesn’t feel right
It’s hard to explain
I’m crawling out of my fuc king skin
To ground myself for another dose of pain
