Futile

Doing great for a day or two It takes only the smallest news To completely change my worldview Turning it into shades of blue Panic begins, I can't do this again If I leave once more I lose the few friends I've held onto I swear the sadness was at its end I was better but now what started to mend Is open wounds Start to feel a little bit futile now I'm losing my grip Need someone to pull me up before I fully slip Back to that horrid place Where I pick the winning horse but still lose The race, the race, the race, the race Tunnel is dim but I'm seeing the light Taking sleeping pills just to stay up all night Not a lover, not a fighter but I have to fight For the future they all claim is bright Panic begins, I can't do this again If I leave once more I lose the few friends I've held onto I swear the sadness was at its end I was better but now what started to mend Is open wounds Start to feel a little bit futile now I'm losing my grip Need someone to pull me up before I fully slip Back to that horrid place Where I pick the winning horse but still lose Start to feel a little bit futile now I'm losing my grip Need someone to pull me up before I fully slip Back to that horrid place Where I pick the winning horse but still lose Start to feel a little bit futile now I'm losing my grip Need someone to pull me up before I fully slip Back to that horrid place Where I pick the winning horse but still lose The race, the race, the race, the race The race, the race, the race Start to feel a little bit futile now I'm losing my grip Someone please pull me up before I slip Back to that horrid place Where I don't know my name or recognize My face My face