Walking causually, I stop and take a knee, letting my head fall
Crippled under the wieght of my heart, wrinkled like a paper ball
I know its day out, yet I see only darkness, this picture isn't painted right
Everyday seems to be this way, constantly an un-winnable fight.
When does the sun over power the black empty space that surrounds my soul
I want to see light again, feel the sun on my face, I want to feel whole
But everyday I awaken to clouds, filled not with water,