Everything's going good,
Everything's going great.
Yet I still have the urge to hide under my hood.
My colors have been black and gray as of late.
And I'm stuck in this mood.
A mood that won't conclude.
At least that's what I think.
Because this one line keeps repeating.
"I'm stuck in relapse and recovery."
I'm starting to get tired,
A new tired.
It's the fact that I feel out of luck.
Maybe I've always been stuck.
