"You make it sound so easy to be alive
But tell me, how am I supposed to seize this day
When everything inside me has died?"

yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion of self conclusion in one simplified motion.
you see, the trick is that you're never supposed to act on it
no matter how unbearable this misery gets.
i would be lying if i said things would never get rough,
& all this cliche motivation, it could never be enough.
i could stand here all night trying to convince you,
but what good would that do?