TO CARRY THE WEIGHT OF THIS HOPELESS MIND, IS LIKE TRYING TO HOLD UP THE SKY. KEEP TELLING MYSELF THE SAME OLD LIE, THAT I ONLY BIDE MY TIME. WHILE ALL I'M DOING IS PINE AWAY, AND THE SINGLE CHANGE IS THAT I'M LOSING FRIENDS. STUCK IN A DESOLATE DEAD END, BEFORE MY LIFE HAS HARDLY BEGUN. PROCRASTINATING MY LIFE AWAY. THERE'S NOTHING ELSE BUT ME TO BLAME. SLOWLY WITHER ON MY OWN, UNTIL MY SKIN FITS MY TORN SOUL. IN A LIFE AS GREY AS THE SKY ABOVE, I'M HEADING DOWN A BLACKENED ROAD. CARRY ON ALONE, BUT HAVE NEVER KNOWN AND WILL NEVER KNOW HOW. TWENTY-FOUR HOURS OF NIGHT, AS I REPEAT MY WAYS. TWENTY-FOUR HOURS OF NIGHT, AS LIFE REPEATS ITSELF. CLOUDS.