The Tide

I want to be re-paid for all the sleepless nights I’m given, for all the time focused on one thing.
This is not an illness, the suffering when the mortal coil is wearing thin.
I can’t be saved anymore, can’t be saved anymore,
because there is nothing, there’s nothing to stop the tide of feelings that this is all I am and this is all I’m going to be.
For all the wasted time it’s taken, for all the time spent wondering,
Whether life is just a fleeting dream and do my dreams mean anything.
I can’t be saved anymore, can’t be saved anymore,
because there is nothing, there’s nothing to stop the tide of feelings that this is all I am and this is all I’m going to be.
I could carry on like this forever, like the way my mind wants me to be.
But I will not live that way...
I’m always saving you my friend, from the brink of self destruction.
I’ll never feel like me again, I’m completely under skin,
my own skin, and only I can claw myself out.
I can’t be saved anymore, can’t be saved anymore,
because there is nothing, there’s nothing to stop the tide of feelings that this is all I am and this is all I’m going to be.
I hope the time will soon pass, where I feel like me again,
“It’s not the end, it’s not the end, it’s not the end” is my lament.