The well

My days draw tired, and my eyes are weary
My lifes a hurricane passing by
I cant run fast enough, cant keep up
It takes everything just to try

Friends keep on talking, keep on drinking
Family keep on complaining
The sun keeps on beaming outside
But inside it will always be raining

I only know how to run and hide
Hidden away, just in case
Im better off out of the way
Im better off without a face

Love means nothing when youre stuck in a well
You cant hear your sweethearts call
You cant see them pulling you out
You never see how far you can fall

My days are shorter, im stuck in a winter
All my colours have turned to grey
Ill catch up with that hurricane soon
Ill see the sun again someday