Rock bottom made a comfortable bed It was easy to live when I thought I'd be dead This time tomorrow I kept the fire in my head well fed While I lived off of butter on multigrain bread With a side of sorrow Are you even alive If all you ever strive To do is survive Today, everyday I'm so sick of claiming I love when life's dire I'm the first to admit that I'm fucking tired My mind is strained After years of letting these flames grow higher I've realized that crying won't put out the fire I'm finally asking for rain