Sick

Not the same you feel
But the kind you think
Where every day feels like a shit show
But now it's your turn to bow
Putting your head down isn't nothing new
You should be good at it
Sitting in your own pain
Trying to find the reason
To everything going wrong
Trying to fix the wrongs
And mend the right
But who has the good mind
When you're sad all the time
Where everything is a blur and you want to make it right
I guess it's not the time
Someone in the clouds please tells me the time
The time where I won't feel the pain anymore
Sick in the brain
A never-ending game