Sometimes my sky turns from blue to gray,
And a week can feel like one rainy day,
It can feel like the world has done me wrong,
I might even get treated like I don’t belong,
It’s nothing in particular, it could be just me,
That brings down this feeling of melancholy,
But nevertheless I still feel the same,
Sometimes empty feelings are hard to contain,
At the end of your tunnel you may see the light,
But the end of my tunnel is as dark as the night,
I don’t know what it is making me feel this way,
It’s coming around and I guess it’s my day,
Sometimes no matter what you do,
This feeling will always come looking for you,
At times when it feels like there no end in site,
I feel that all I got left… is to write.