Clouds

"Keep your chin up."
I always say, to myself..
But that shit doesn't work

"Calm down, calm down
Write it all down
Let this all out the only way that you know how."

'Cause talking doesn't work, and sleeping doesn't help
'Cause my bad fucking temper is making my life hell

I don't mean to yell, I'm just angry at myself
For all the things that I said, even more so 'cause I meant them
I don't hate you; I despise myself for sometimes thinking that I do

I'd close my eyes, if I could
But some light would do me good
'cause this cloud above my head is getting old

Some sunshine for once in my lifе would be nice

But that's alright, we all writе about clouds
Even when the sky is clear