Mostly Cloudy

My heart is heavey my breath is slow I hate the blues and feeling low My faithfull conpanion or so it seems sifting through disapointment and all my broken dreams no matter the longing I can never go back to undo the damage and fix the past It just stays there broken with a maddning voice look what you've done now live with your choice I've made my bed hard and in it I must lie enduring this mess wile continuing to try I dont know whats worce pretending there is hope or making the mistakes and having to cope seems either direction there is soon to be dread I cant leave , cant stay inside I'm dead Between the hard place and the rock I can always be found up a creek... no paddle no way to turn around.