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Six in the Morning
It's six in the morning, I sit here wide awake
Thinking about another day I layed to waste.
Confusing a reality with a bitter driven fantasy;
Sometimes I wish I could just fade into a dream.
I stare out the window, watching the sun rise
Wondering why nothing is ever fair in this life.
I run a frustrated hand down my face, and I sigh
Sometimes I wish I could just dissapear and die.
I can see a butterfly flying gracefully in the air
Remebering how this violent pain is to much to bare.
I grit my teeth until I bleed and tug desprately at my hair
I hate myself so much, I don't understand why I even care.
I've been up all night, wondering why I bothered to try
Because no matter what, I always drift from the light.
I stare out the window, watching the sunrise;
Wondering why nothing is ever fair in this life.
