Why is it that whenever things are good, they turn bad?
Why is it whenever I’m happy, things are ruined and I’m sad?
Why is it when everyone’s laughing I want to cry?
Why is it when my friends are lively I want to die?
I can’t get over it, as much as I try
I’ve worked so hard, only to let it fall to its demise
I’m clawing out, trying not to fall back
But the walls to my cage crumbled; all my faith meant jack
I can no longer say I’m okay; that I’m cured
My sickness is a beast that will either come out or stay submerged
All I can say is, that maybe what I’m doing isn’t for me
“I’m more screwed up than I pretend to be.”
