s.A.D

I dont feel much today

There's a sadness down deep in my bones

It's like I'm brain dead, but I'm awake

And I'm scared that I'm losing hope

Am I damned? Am I cursed?

'Cause the prayers never work

Maybe I'm not fit to be saved

But all good things come to those who wait

And I'm seven days in, just trying to cope

And I'm hanging by a thread at the end of my rope

Dreaming of a future that I'll never have

The days are getting brighter, but I'm

Just so sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick of being sad

Sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick of being sad

Used to think, yeah, used to believe

That I could be anything that I wanted to be

But now the sun sets down in the dirt

And sentimental is just another word

But I'm not mad, I'm much worse

'Cause I hate how it hurts

Wishing I could wish it away

But all good things come to those who wait

And I'm seven days in, just trying to cope

And I'm hanging by a thread at the end of my rope

Dreaming of a future that I'll never have

The days are getting brighter, but I'm

Just so sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick of being sad

Sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick of being sad

And I'm seven days in, just trying to cope

And I'm hanging by a thread at the end of my rope

Dreaming of a future that I'll never have

The days are getting brighter, but I'm

Just so sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick of being sad

Sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick of being sad

Sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick of being sad

Sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick of being sad

I don't feel much today