Spending my time working myself up,
wasting my breath trying to live it up,
forgetting about the bad,
focusing on the good,
but its harder then it seems,
especially as everything is tearing at the seams,
I can’t hold it together,
I’m feeling under the weather,
I’m dragged around til no end,
Just waiting to be picked up again,
you know right where I stand,
But who knows how long I can,
Who knows if I can take one more round,
I’d rather give up and lay forever on the ground.
