Coming Down

The Days are hard
Most of the time
I can’t bring myself to get out of bed
You’re probably better off without holding
My hands through the pain
Where street lights pretend to be my friend
Only they don’t talk, and no one cares
About me in the end. I wish they did
One day, hope, I’ll make it through

When coming down, it’s the hardest thing to do
When all I wanted was to be like all you
The pain, where street lights pretend to be my friend
Only they don’t talk, and no one cares
About me in the end. I wish they did
One day, hope, I’ll make it through

I guess I need to say (I’m sorry) goodbye to you!
You’re like everyone else and everything else
Everything changes with time, but coming downs the worst
Coming down’s always the hardest
I wish you the best!! (the worst) And maybe I won’t kill myself
(You know it’s coming) killing myself everyday
But I’m not like the rest. Things hurt more
Than I’ll ever confess. Make yourself happy!
So here’s to you! I love you, and all our memories