It's a long climb that I'm not sure I can make
with razor-sharp edges that I helped to create
this anger that lives deep in my sub-conscience
pushing me farther down as I try to get out of this
my persistent sadness is like a never ending thunderstorm
soaking this ragged cliff and making my fingers unable to perform
each clap of thunder is changed into laughter
not mine but of those who got up faster
mocking my incapable hands as I slide farther within
blood now cascading down the walls as I slowly give in
I close my eyes and leave it up to fate
release my tortured mind let go of what I hate
falling a million miles an hour I'm finally at peace
the wind wrapping my abused body in the softest of fleece
I will fall until the end of time
inside my troubled, troubled mind