You are caught up in some pretty rough shit
To think of all the chaos, it just makes me sick
There is no use for your rainbow of pills
They only make you forget the power of will
And you are so lost in a cloud of thick smoke
That you forget what is real, convinced you're a joke
So then you retreat to a place that is dark
To take to your wrists a tool that is sharp
You think you're a sore to the ones that you love
But honey, move on, you have to evolve
There are no sores but the ones you create
There are people that love you, no room for debate
So next time you feel helpless, take a look around
There's more than a few people to help you find ground.
