anxiety (August 2004)

I am long past wondering what everything means
I'm watching the soap suds wash away dreams
but still I'm not finding that all of the pain
has gone swirling along down the same drain
I'm always so weary from closing my eyes
I can't bear to watch my life passing by
seems all of my efforts were useless attempts
at trying to make this old world make sense

So I lay here this morning awake in my bed
pulling the blankets back over my head
afraid of the monsters under my bed
should I sit here in fear?
am I better off dead?

I'm long past wondering where I went wrong
kept dragging my heels though I knew all along
Life is a race we run till the end
and we never quite know what's around the next bend
each day grows more hectic,
more outta control,
one day I might learn that I've gotta let go

So I lay here this morning awake in my bed
pulling the blankets back over my head
afraid of the monsters under my bed
Do I lay here in fear?
Am I better of dead?