We're both stuck here in different ways
The night is a deep blue, but you says it is a void
We're disagreeing on semantics
Im getting lost in the details, and you cant seem to find the irony
Keep on telling yourself it could be worse, it wont change how your feeling
wallowing in self pity one spill of the ink, you counter
Maybe Im just not meant to be here, its a sense of apathy
we have so much around us but cant seem to find the joy
torn between two extremes