“Lighten up a little!” they tell me.
As if I don’t weigh enough?
That’s all very well for them to say.
They just don’t get that it’s tough.
“Try not to think too much about it!”
“Worrying doesn’t do any good!”
If everything was only so easy.
Surely I would do it if only I could.
Wake myself up out of this coma.
Shatter the chains from my heart.
Dispel all the dark of depression.
Start right over again from the start.
It’s just like I’m drowning under water. Without having the ferryman to pay.
Not sure anymore where I’m going.
Maybe I’ll find out along the way?