Everything falls apart; everything fails
Everyone falls apart; everyone fails
My tired eyes will fall upon my failures
My heavy heart left in my calloused hands
Every day, unconscious to the outside world
And trying to find an excuse to pretend that I’m alive
The thought of saying I’m just that lost can only make me sick
For fear of loss of what I know
So I’ll let the skeletons keep piling up
To feel I’ve made myself a home.
I’ve got faith that I can cope
I hope my life is more than hope.
Day by day
Coping.