"Keep your chin up."

I always say, to myself..

But that shit doesn't work

"Calm down, calm down

Write it all down

Let this all out the only way that you know how."

'Cause talking doesn't work, and sleeping doesn't help

'Cause my bad fucking temper is making my life hell

I don't mean to yell, I'm just angry at myself

For all the things that I said, even more so 'cause I meant them

I don't hate you; I despise myself for sometimes thinking that I do

I'd close my eyes, if I could

But some light would do me good

'cause this cloud above my head is getting old

Some sunshine for once in my life would be nice

But that's alright, we all write about clouds

Even when the sky is clear