I'm floating over a cloud of almost contentedness
About ten paces short of perfect bliss
It's slightly disturbing to feel like this
Maybe there's something important I'll miss
I've never been good at keeping my high
Just sit and let the negative crap pass by
I'm trying like hell not to get lost in the mix
But it's like a drug, I need my depression fix
Sometimes my head feels like it's so full of thoughts
That it's almost more appealing to stand in the street and get shot
In a situation like this it's hard to remember just to breathe
To close your eyes, count to ten and make the thoughts leave
To maintain sanity you have to make yourself learn
Everyone else has a chance to be happy, now it's your turn
Don't get so wrapped up in the things they say
Life is your opportunity, live it your way
