Oh simple thing, where have you gone? Take me back to the start, into the light of the dark black night. I am in misery. I am barely breathing. It’s not unusual to see me cry. No one ever said it would be this hard.
In this ever spinning playground it looks like a solo tonight. It’s not right, but it’s okay. I’m gonna make it anyway, so thanks for making me a fighter. Bad decisions, that’s alright. I’ll hold your hands, I’ll remember ‘I Have Nothing.’ One more spoon of cough syrup now.
This time will be bigger, and brighter than we knew it. Don’t look back; come what may.