Waking up? A chore..
Blood on my paws, and on the floor
Seems this life is wasted

In funeral attire
I trudge to work, can't inspire
The smiles your face did

To ensure that I remain
Let me borrow your heart
As I wade through all the pain
And try to spark a new start

Foes both high and low
Shuffle a line into the forest fire
Because my feet already burned entire

"Be sure not to get up again"
They snarl, as the black clouds batter my lungs
With fists of acid and sulfur tongue


(Been talking to my parents today.. seriously considering giving them and life at home another chance.. this song is reflecting some of the weakness I still feel towards that, but still hopeful)