Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories

is its that easy?

My anxiety is acting up,

Cant help thinking about,

Every friend I've lost,

To the fame and the clout,

I guess that is what this is about.

Walking out in the dark,

And the late nights,

And the unnecessary doubts,

I should just stay in,

But I guess Ibm going out.

Is it so easy to do what they tell you to?

Is is that easy to fool around and still look good?

Is it that easy to do what you love, and not end up broke?

Is it that easy to keep holding on?

Is it that easy to let go of her hand,

Is it that easy to keep clinging on to what's already gone?

Is it that easy?

Is is that easy?

My head's spinning around,

The music is so fucking loud,

Yelling, but I hear no sound,

Searching but yet havent found.

The early mornings, everything's quiet,

Unsettling, I wish I had died,

When they found me passed out on the ground,

I wish I could just stop moving around.

Is it so easy to do what they tell you to?

Is is that easy to fool around and still look good?

Is it that easy to do what you love, and not end up broke?

Is it that easy to keep holding on?

Is it that easy to let go of her hand?

Is it that easy to keep clinging on to what's already gone?

Is it that easy?

Is is that easy?