I think I lost my purpose. I'm feeling a little worthless. My heart feels like a wound So I cover it with curses. I say fuck Shit Damn Like it makes me a man. It makes me feel like a sham Sense I don't know who I am. I hide my blooming insecurities With ego and pride With the looming understanding that I'm dying inside. It seems that whenever I get better The next fall's always worse Always deeper than the last Symptoms always adverse. I take a step out of the valley. Every verse that i write I see a little more light. The past is all that's in sight. So if i get through the night I pray too god that I'm better. I pray that he finds the missing peices And he glues them together. Look at the signs In the weather. We're both backing bipolar Because I'm only feeling clouds With the sun on my shoulders. How can I hold it together? I've never seen an example. Why do I get asked for more When what I gave them was ample. I don't know I don't know