?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