They say emotions are like the weather
And the weather can't be changed, can't be controlled
It goes on its own meaningless will, leaves you trollled
And I try to let them pass by, like a feed scroll
But sometimes they stick around
Sometimes we go round and round
And its torturous, but I know life ain't no playground
Even if they stick to me, I won't stick to them
They are not my identity, they are rubble not gems
So when I feel sad I try not to ponder over it
Cause sometimes distractions are useful, that's legit
And I don't know how I got out of my dark cave
Or whether I'm actually out, or just halfway
But I know its not the bottom, and I wish I could light the way
I wish I could share how I stumbled out from the dark days
But I don't know myself, I'm not sure if I just got used to the stay
Well, whatever I could gather from my mind, I have tried to say
I just hope and wish that some day, we're all okay.