2024-09-22 00:34
From dark nights to depression days
Gone, drifting through in a dark haze
But the hope is we’ll be alright one day
That we’ll be alright one day,
Even if it’s when the skies fade to grey
I took 22 trips round that big ball o’ fire
Trying to figure out what I truly desire
To be honest, haven’t quite decided yet
But I’m crossing my fingers, placing my bets