Mayday.
Just one simple stride down the hall,
Listen; watch, as they call,
They’ll tell me this; they’ll tell me that,
They mock me; mock me all day long,
Even if I’ve done no wrong,
So here’s to all that feel this way,
Here’s to all who yell…
Mayday.
It cuts deeper than they’ll ever know,
Yet I’ll be damned if I ever let it show,
I take no action in front of their eyes,
But inside I wish I could die,
Nothing ever seemed so appealing,
I’d much rather me dangling from the ceiling,
It’s a first hand experience and the right time to say…
Mayday.
Teary eyed I’ll step through the gates of this personal hell,
Once more,
My last day, I hate to end it this way,
But I can’t take anymore.
So here’s to you; here’s to all,
Don’t expect them to catch you if you fall,
You wish to make it,
You’re on your own,
There’s always time to pray,
They’ll answer when they hear…
Mayday.
Listen; watch, as they call,
They’ll tell me this; they’ll tell me that,
They mock me; mock me all day long,
Even if I’ve done no wrong,
So here’s to all that feel this way,
Here’s to all who yell…
Mayday.
It cuts deeper than they’ll ever know,
Yet I’ll be damned if I ever let it show,
I take no action in front of their eyes,
But inside I wish I could die,
Nothing ever seemed so appealing,
I’d much rather me dangling from the ceiling,
It’s a first hand experience and the right time to say…
Mayday.
Teary eyed I’ll step through the gates of this personal hell,
Once more,
My last day, I hate to end it this way,
But I can’t take anymore.
So here’s to you; here’s to all,
Don’t expect them to catch you if you fall,
You wish to make it,
You’re on your own,
There’s always time to pray,
They’ll answer when they hear…
Mayday.