I'm just trying to survive.
And I never seem to get
the answer to the "Why?"
I wish, I wish I could forget
the nights you said you're mine.
Minds high on regret
and every single lie.
Our intimate duet,
the one you now deny.
Stuck in the deep net,
I'm just trying to survive.

This is not living,
I'm just trying to survive.
Oxygen's a neccessity
and my lung’s capacity
could never be enough
for me to call you on your bluff.
This is not living,
I'm just trying to survive.

I'm just trying to survive.
Is this the so called living?
You made me feel alive,
so kind and oh so giving.
Your kiss helped to revive
the passion I lost, grieving.

Was that living?
You were too lost to say,
the probable answer still a "nay".
Living and illusion,
how can one distinguish?
I got my conclusion
thanks to internal anguish.
It's not living.
It's me trying to survive.

© Darali May