In The Mist Between A Tree

Keep On Laughing

Smashing my fists through glass

I'm unable to shatter the problems that grow more and more

This is no way for me to fix the idea of me being an ass

Anger is the lock on the dungeon door

And I cannot find the key that's made of brass

Some may call them 'daddy issues'

But I call them a horrible past

And maybe those words are just misused

And it's all something completely gone by fast

Sure, this might seem edgy

And really freaking dark

But if I don't write about this

Then I might just lose my heart

Being thrown into life is scary

And being unsure is hard

Sometimes I ask God to spare me

But this might be his comedic art

So go ahead and laugh right at me

While I try to play sweetheart

Yeah, just keep on laughing

And I'll tear myself apart.