the guide

Answering my own questions snuggled up in bed, “Why? Oh, why?”
There's no mental stimulation lastly, despair, failure, confusion.
But for who do and why do I... for who and why do I exist?
Attitude, words, with no place to go,
so lethargic when I'm like this.

Deny it all, close your eyes toward depression and melancholy
blindly stretching out my hand, what do I want to grab?
What am I hoping to grasp?

The exaltation that I lost, I'm taking a negative view of my hopes,
hopes and future, trap them in, look away in pain,
embracing the hopes of losing the bruises,
wrapping up the bruised heart and healing it.
No need to rush, don't rush it, the guide is growing every day.

All the time, all the time.
I was freezing, but got healed by the warmth.
I got from those all 'round me, so many times.

All the time, all the time.
I was freezing, but got healed by the warmth.
I got from those all 'round me, keep looking for your warm hearts.