Futile

Doing great for a day or two
It takes only the smallest news
To completely change my worldview
Turning it into shades of blue

Panic begins, I can't do this again
If I leave once more I lose the few friends I've held onto
I swear the sadness was at its end
I was better but now what started to mend is open wounds

Start to feel a little bit futile and I'm losing my grip
Need someone to pull me up before I fully slip
Back to that horrid place
Where I pick the winning horse but still lose the race
The race, the race, the race

Tunnel is dim but I'm seeing the light
Taking sleeping pills just to stay up all night
Not a lover, not a fighter but I have to fight
For the future they all claim is bright

Panic begins, I can't do this again
If I leave once more I'll lose the few friends I've held onto
I swear the sadness was at its end
I was better but now what started to mend is open wounds

Start to feel a little bit futile and I'm losing my grip
Need someone to pull me up before I fully slip
Back to that horrid place
Where I pick the winning horse but still lose

Start to feel a little bit futile and I'm losing my grip
Need someone to pull me up before I fully slip
Back to that horrid place
Where I pick the winning horse but still lose

Start to feel a little bit futile and I'm losing my grip
Need someone to pull me up before I fully slip
Back to that horrid place
Where I pick the winning horse but still lose the race
The race, the race, the race
The race, the race, the race

Start to feel a little bit futile and I'm losing my grip
Someone please pull me up before I slip
Back to that horrid place
Where I don't know my name or recognize
My face
My face



Credits
Writer(s): Maya Desrochers
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