Itâs hard to sleep at night.
When I close my eyes,
Flashbacks haunt my mind.
Truth be told, Iâm not the sameâ¦
The streets were covered white,
On that windy road home.
Anger clouds my mind,
The anxiety of our fast paced lives.
This vehicleâs a prison.
Brakes stick, the van flips,
Adrenaline soaring high.
Snow banks, a full tank,
Oh, brother make it out alive.
Four months I spent,
Trapped in my head,
Asking why Iâm alive.
Long drawn out walks,
Filled with morbid thoughts.
Someday you might understandâ¦
âGoodbye, Blue Mondayâ
And on that day so cold,
My skin would turn to stone,
Animate and revive,
A part of me I lost,
Seeking the so-called greater cause.
Maybe now Iâll sleep at night,
Rest and shut my eyes.
A head filled up with pride,
At least for now Iâm feeling saneâ¦
Four months I spent,
Trapped in my head,
Asking why Iâm alive.