Crisis

Not everyone is capable of waking up
With their minds and bodies so fucked up
That they sweat even though they're cold
That they cry even though they were bold

I woke up not because I wanted to
But because my nightmare was so true
And it hurt my eye to see
That grinning smile right in front of me.

Please, take it slow
There's not enough strength I have to show
But who the fuck am I to know?
The sun is shining but I'm still cold.

Inside. And what am I to say?
I'm trying so hard to let it all go away
I'll always be kind and help them out
Every step I take is inside a road of doubt

Second guessing my mistakes
Third guessing myself
Fourth guessing what it takes
Fifth time I cry for help
(this week)

Please, take it slow
There's not enough strength I have to show
But who the fuck am I to know?
The sun is shining but I'm still cold.

Destruction may lead to chaos
I'm still aware of all the pay-offs
But why does it hurt so bad?
Why will they never understand what's inside my head?

Watch it.
I have to keep telling myself.
"Take it easy. But take it"