?Low?
 

I feel low?
I feel broken
I feel remorseless
I feel like a token of rejection

Peel me like an orange
And you?ll see the rotten inside
Pull me up by the roots they aren?t that deep
Forget suicide put me to sleep
I wish I may I wish I might but the stars I wish on don?t burn
bright

Every poet is plagued by depression
Every bard has a story to tell
Every minstrel has an obsession
With different names you?re finding hard to spell

Wander in the forest to the house the know one goes
Hiding all the agony that no one ever knows
Catch the gingerbread man before he has a chance to run
And kill the savage beast before the beauty knows what she?s
done

Make excuses for myself
Make excuses for my sorrow
It?s the hate that feeds me and gives me health
And it will pay the bills tomorrow

Peel me like an apple
The one that fell to the ground
And you?ll see I?m dark to the core
I don?t the light in and when it fills the room
I want to pull the covers over and pray he takes me soon
Trouble to my left trouble to my right
I know your hand is right there but I?m to tired to fight
All the nightmares?
All the madness
All this mourning I so wish I could exchange for gladness
But there?s something in the way
Something no one knows
And it?s always the anchor that keeps me low