“Just get over it”

Just get over it?

Man, wish I’d thought of that first.

Wish I thought of it before the drugs and the hearse

Wish I thought of it before writing this verse

Wish I thought of it before I checked if it’d work

Dang

So it’s really that easy?

Just wake up one day and choose to be happy?

I’ve tried.

Really, I’ve tried and I’ve tried

Nothing really works

No matter how long I seem fine

I lock it up and put on a smile

It’s cliche?

No kidding

It’s my whole damn life

Damn

Forget me

For a minute or three

If I try to help others

Maybe I’ll be free?

But pain traced with paint

Still looks like pain

The more that I paint it

The more I feel drained

Somebody help me

I’m drowning again

And this time I’m scared

That it might be the end