Sometimes I feel like the only thing keeping me alive is hope
Hope that one day I won't just have to cope
Hope that one day my life will change for the better
Hope that one day the sun will rid the stormy weather
I don't know how long I'll wait to see if hope works
Waiting for it, I can't see how life could get much worse
Is it silly that my life is depending on an almost artificial thing?
That my mind is so troubled, to this one word it clings?
I guess you could say I'm disturbed, even crazy
That my life is dependant on a big 'maybe'
I must be numb again, I should down some tequila
I say hope is keeping me alive but it's really the killing myself idea
I've thought about dying but not doing it myself
Would I jump from a height?
Would I down each bottle of pills from the bathroom shelf?
I must keep these words from others sight
Once again my mind has gone on a trip
My selfish self jumping to conclusions
My life isn't bad, I just haven't gotten my way
I'm better off than most, this has been a delusion
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