There are mornings I wished I had never woke,
And times where I was just another worthless bloke.
Day after day my troubles seem to follow,
When night came I longed to not see the morrow.
They said turn to God and follow His light,
Learn to fear Him and worship His might.
His love never reached me no matter how hard I tried,
And so I closed my eyes and wished I had died.
But comes morning and I open my eyes,
Heaven had refused my pleas for goodbyes.
Cursed to continue this hellish cycle,
I pray for the day to be released from this circle.