It's so horrible you have nothing to write about
Going lifeless day in day out
In a world where everything's gray it's hard finding the different shades.
I've gotten sick of what I don't have.
Tired of what I do.
I'd like to take off the blinds from my mind; search for something new.
But I find no motive or energy from the dull regular hues.
So rescue me from this hole that I've dug for myself.
Pull me up from the ladders I refuse to climb.
My mind is my own crime, I've strapped my own binds.
I drag me back; to the place I once escaped.
