Yin Yang

Woke up, felt shit
Stared at the ceiling
Stood up, lived life
I was in misery
Day gone, that’s life
It’s gonna be alright
Next day, same shit
Crying in my bed
In the middle of the fucking night
Yeah
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Not again, this’ll end
This gon’ be the last night
1 am, winter’s night
Going for a run now
Bare trees, empty streets
Lungs filled with cold air
Feeling good, I am strong
I can turn my life around
Go to bed, next day
I am feeling alright
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Next week, wake up
Stare at the ceiling
Life’s shit, I’m down
It’s a fucking tragedy
Every week, this that
Feels like it never ends
Feelin’ bad, I am weak
Can’t do this anymore
Take the phone, call a friend
Tears crashing on the floor
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Grab a pen, sit down
Write it all down now
From your head, to the paper
Thoughts travel down your arm
How you feel, what you want
All on a single page
Take a pin, to the wall
See it every day now
Fail it once, fail it twice
Fail a fucking thousand times
Cry out, get up
Make it better next time

Every step, so small
Barely any progress made
Looking back, way back
I’ve come a long way
Fell down, got up
More than a thousand times
Feelin’ shit, feelin’ great
Yin-Yang all the way
Still here, still rocking
This game called my life
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