I Called Happiness, And I'm Being Put On Hold.

Things were getting better,
Things were looking bright,
It was as perfect as summer weather,
I think I won the fight.

Ten months of no self-infliction,
Possibly I've got over this addiction.
Thoughts come back, and I want that razor to skin collision,
When I'm alone, I'm arguing with myself, There's so much tension.

Weather's unpredictable, August ran cold.
Happiness never lasts, after a while of recovery, life's pain begins to unfold.
It's a decoy, this is really getting old,
I'm sick of feeling like nothing, I called happiness, and I'm being put on hold.

Where's the enjoyment I felt when I woke up every morning.
Lately everytime I wake up, I always feeling like mourning.
Where's the smile I wore on my face, with out a care, full of love.
Lately I'm just too tired too, it's like twelve hours of sleep isn't enough

My laugh is empty, my smile is fake,
Pretending I'm alright in the day, and crying at night, wide awake.
Can somone help me? I think I have a problem?
As stuborn as I am, I know I can't do this alone, I need someone to help me solve them.

Things were getting better,
Things were looking bright,
It was as perfect as summer weather,
I think this time I have lost the fight...