The Mess I’m In

Falling down a hole
And pretending that I'm in control
Make it like I'm flying
Soaring into parts unknown

Coming down like dead weight
Trying hard to feel alive
Head above the water
Struggling against the tide

Friday I was thirteen
Saturday I'm buried
Underneath the beating
Burden that I carried
Everything was torn apart
Right from the start
Right from the start
Sunday I revive
And keep up the decline
Monday I arrive
And then I realize
That everything was torn apart
Right from the start
Right from the start
Oh yeah right from the start

Walking in a tightrope
Trying hard to miss the ground
Denial is my balance
I wear it like a worn out crown

Walking up in shambles
Never going back to sleep
Whatever I have left
Is something that I aim to keep