The Other Day I Cried
Maybe it was how the sunshine manage to peak through my 3 layers of black curtains over the window
Or maybe it was how i drowned myself in my sleep while lying deep in my soaken pillow
Could it be the lack of oxygen getting to my brain
Or could it be staring at these plain white walls all day, everyday that's driving me insane.
There’s a possibility that I’m lost underneath the piles of sheets, clothes, and comforters over my bed and I seem to not be able to find my way back to the surface
Or is it possible that all the pills i'm poppin for pain isn't exactly helping me with the burden
I find it hard to get out of this bed that is now my grave
I find it hard to make a path outside of my room that is now my cave
The other day I cried and no one was there
The other day I cried and no one seem to care
The batteries died in the flashlight months ago and the last candle just burned out
I’m well charged up on fears and i’m burning bright on doubt
The rain is pouring down just like Noah said it would
The time hasn't healed any wounds just like they said it should
The tears are a steady flow and show no signs of slowing up at all
The only thing that numbs me is reaching the bottom of these bottles of alcohol
The other day I cried in hope of a better forecast
The other day I cried in hope this too will pass
The other day I cried and I knew it would be my last