“it” The Sky is the limit, The ocean my grave. My mind is way up there Following the black wave. “Try harder,” they say “Get out of my way” It’s boring and slow, So why should I stay? I run to my room, hide from the dark. It creeps up behind me And attacks like a shark. Day or night, here or there No matter where or when I can always feel them stare. They say it will kill you What will it possibly give? My honest to God answer, It helps me live
