Stuck

Dazed.
A ruined product of a teenage phase.
Can’t grow up nearly fast enough . . .
Someone, please, help me break these chains.

Each day an endless blur,
Always so unsure . . .
Can’t stop now, I don’t know how,
Please help me break these chains.

I’m losing my mind,
I’m losing my nerve . . .
I can’t feel a thing.
My soul,
It slips away.

Too weak to go alone
Too high to leave what I know
Time escapes me
To drift into my unknown . . .

Redemption seems so far away,
Damnation’s closer every day,
I’m breaking down, can’t come around . . .
Left to the sea,
I drown.

So, is this it?

They say life is hard, but they say a lot of things . . .

Don’t they?

They say, one day, He’s coming back,
But should we wait, or pick up the slack?
Are we doing it, because it’s right . . .

or because Daddy said so…?