It's the midnight hour, another day creeps in
The yesterday's pain is the same nothings changed within
Time again to fake it, mastered the art, easy to pretend
There's people all around but, not a genuine friend

Don't have a happy pill to get me through this sorrow
I'm feeling sick for experiencing too much, any spare happiness I could borrow?
Spiralling down to the abyss of darkness, facing my defeat
I hit the hard ground, trying to get up but, can't feel my feet

Must be bliss not to sense anything, yet, stay alive
It's my fantasy to be mobile, familiarise numbness to survive
Some drink alcohol and some down those pills
I'm here pretending I'm doing both without those toxic thrills

Keep reminding myself it's all temporary arrangement
Got to keep the soul stain free till the final judgement
It's hard to hold on to the truth and all the promises
Life sees to it that you don't get to lay on that bed of roses

Have to stay on the righteous lane no matter what happens
All the sins I birthed along the way got to make amends
Waiting for the days to end and hope for some salvation
Give my all, till then, I'll keep marching on in anticipation

© 𝓡.𝓕𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵