Sitting here, staring off in space
With my eyes too heavy to focus
I can't help but think of all the ways
That I could get through this
With a sharp word and the end of a knife
I realize this life is worth a grain of rice as we all
Fall away, some do it twice
Why does it have to be this way
I'm sitting here wondering why I'm still here I'm not over there right now I wish I could be nowhere, because this life is worth a grain of rice, so small and pretty useless it's like a speck of dust but too heavy to fly away we
We all end up stuck in the same place
I'm sitting here, staring out the window, wondering why Im even here though I know it may matter to you,
I just can't seem to pull through
this time.
