When Did the World Stop Being Beautiful?

Never felt this way before
Only similar I guess
But now I'm sure I'll die alone
And my life has turned into such a mess.

Running through a flower field the sun in my face,
I'm smiling.
But then it all turns grey and fades away
Turning to dust at my fingertips.

When did the world stop being beautiful?
When did my world and all its colors drain out?
I'm living in repetition
Trapped inside a box without the will to try to escape.

When did breathing become such a burden?

When did the world stop being beautiful?
Where did all my sunshine go?
I feel so lost and alone.
Cold as ice my skin.
I'm barely hanging on.