I tell myself that I'll be alright but I am weary

I look at the stars for hope but the night is dreary

My heart is heavy with the weight of the world on my shoulders

I've put on a jacket but the world still gets colder

I hope and pray that this will be the last

But reality is moving too fast

I can't seem to wake up from this trance

They walk away from me, barely casting me a glance

I hope I don't do anything I'll regret

But I'm just playing Russian roulette

"What can ever go wrong?"

I'm just pulling myself along.