the other morning i woke up with grey eyes and a broken heart..

[daysliketoday]

these past few months have melted together
into one long nightmare
and when i close my eyes i can still see that look on your face
oh god why wont i wake up
i am so tired of the nights haze
slowly creeping into the morning
becomming a fog so thick even your tounge couldnt cut
but the problem here isnt that i see the glass half empty or half full
its that i see it broken and half sticking out of your face
and i bet you wouldnt believe how tired someone gets
laying their soul to rest every night
and digging their body up every morning

i am begging you because i have lost faith in anything higher.
make. this. stop.