Empty

Every morning when I wake up I have to contemplate getting out of bed
And I don't feel like going anywhere
No, I don't feel my life going anywhere

Every afternoon when I'm occupied
I feel I have stop to catch my breath
I have to wonder if it's worth it
Or should I let it run away from me?
Cause really, what's the purpose?

Why does it feel so hard to do everything?
Why
Tell me why
Why do I feel so empty?

Every night I lay in bed awake
With all these narrow minded thoughts
Running through this broken brain
I try to tell myself everything will be ok
But every fucking night ends up the same

I know that every story has a conclusion
And I know it doesn't always end up well
But I know I've got a future and things are looking bright
So why does my life feel like hell?

I ask myself
Why does it feel so hard to do everything?
I ask myself why
Why
Why do I feel so empty?

I have friends who want to be there
I have a family that cares
I have everything that I say I need so why am I still crumbling

I'm washed up and dissolving
And I don't see that changing