I can't crawl out of this mess.
I'm at the bottom of this ladder,
all by myself again.
The rest of the world looks down on me,
laughing at my failure,
subtly insulting what I haven't began.
I don't understand why I can't reach for the stars,
I don't understand how I could be the only one.
My feelings are weighing me down,
pulling me towards my solitude.
Vines of jealousy are tearing through my skin,
each thorn striking vigorously,
I'm struggling to get out of this mess yet again.
No one's here to pull me out,
everyone's already reached the top.
There's no one,
not a person left to drive away my doubt.
The ladder is slippery under my feet,
I've tried to get up one more time.
I'm here,
and there's no place for me to go,
nowhere but the deepest corners of this terrifying hole.
The hardest part is not knowing what to do,
not having anyone there with you through the intensifying woe.
The world is long gone,
gone far ahead,
too caught up in their race to miss my everlasting dread.
The laughters have blended with the sinister silence,
no more eyes are peering back at me.
I'm stuck at the bottom of this pit,
nothing but ashes of memories left in sight.
My tears echo through the quiet as they hit the dirt covered floor.
I still don't believe they're gone,
these people I once knew.
Every single one of them,
leaving me behind; never looking back.
This ladder stands to mock me.
It laughs and screams,
reminds me of what I can't do.
I'm hurting,
the pain is now in control.
I've fallen to my knees and there's no one there to pick me up.
I sit here at the bottom of this lonesome pit,
looking up at what I can't have,
barely hanging on.
all by myself again.
The rest of the world looks down on me,
laughing at my failure,
subtly insulting what I haven't began.
I don't understand why I can't reach for the stars,
I don't understand how I could be the only one.
My feelings are weighing me down,
pulling me towards my solitude.
Vines of jealousy are tearing through my skin,
each thorn striking vigorously,
I'm struggling to get out of this mess yet again.
No one's here to pull me out,
everyone's already reached the top.
There's no one,
not a person left to drive away my doubt.
The ladder is slippery under my feet,
I've tried to get up one more time.
I'm here,
and there's no place for me to go,
nowhere but the deepest corners of this terrifying hole.
The hardest part is not knowing what to do,
not having anyone there with you through the intensifying woe.
The world is long gone,
gone far ahead,
too caught up in their race to miss my everlasting dread.
The laughters have blended with the sinister silence,
no more eyes are peering back at me.
I'm stuck at the bottom of this pit,
nothing but ashes of memories left in sight.
My tears echo through the quiet as they hit the dirt covered floor.
I still don't believe they're gone,
these people I once knew.
Every single one of them,
leaving me behind; never looking back.
This ladder stands to mock me.
It laughs and screams,
reminds me of what I can't do.
I'm hurting,
the pain is now in control.
I've fallen to my knees and there's no one there to pick me up.
I sit here at the bottom of this lonesome pit,
looking up at what I can't have,
barely hanging on.