Im never allowed to just really relax. Any time I ever do, im always expected to do something. All the time every day. Or at the best least I get shit for it if I do manage to have a day of doing nothing. Im tired of being told what I have to do.
When the river runs dry and the curtain is called. How will I know if I can't see the bottom? Come up for air and choke on it all. No one else knows that I've got a problem. What if I can't get up and stand tall? What if the diamond days are all gone.
I swear it's getting harder even just to exhale. Backed up into corners, bitter in the lens. I'm sick of trying to hide it every time thеy take mine. I thought I got better,
But maybe I didn't.
I used to shine bright like gold
Now I'm all indigo
My colors are darker and cold
I think it's time that I went home
And I don't understand why I always feel, dead and alone