Help the man who doesn't see the end in sight can't you see he's already dead inside .
Trying to capture any feeling he can like fireflies in a jar .
Not much to hold onto so he's at the bar holding onto another beer.
Trying to hold a brave face and pretend everything's ok .
But truth be told he's hating the light of day and filling up with fear .
Tired of the way things are and just want a way out of here.
What led to such a sad face?
A lonely and dark headspace.
Everything cold and still like it's frozen in place.
Realizing the world will move on at its own pace.
Yet he still wants to fight against the stream yet knows he can't.
Wishing life could give him another shot or chance .
But life doesn't work like that.
Only words he may be known for are the ones on his epitaph.
Wanting to make some form of impact but stuck like a play stuck in it's second act .
Maybe one day he'll get his shit together and figure it out
and finally figure out what life's about.
Find a reason to feel alive and gain some feeling back to his bones .
Then finally feel alright on his own .
Till then welp.
All he could really use is some .
Help.
