My Mess

It's days
Meaningless like this one
That seem magical in ways
No one else can see, no onebut me
As if I wasn't scared enough
And these days just won't change
These days
Sick and sore I swear I'll end it all
I know how to quit
Or call in sick to everyone
And I'll be moving on
Except these days just won't change
Forever doesn't look so good
So forever I must try and think of ways
To clean up my mess
Unlock the door
It's time for me to try to leave
These days
Long and uninspired, I feel empty and so tired
Nothing to show for what is now
Just a lack of strength
And these days just won't change
We're in Hell
Will it end?
Will I ever control myself?
Will I ever find my childhood strength?
Will these days ever change?
Will it end?