Cyclothymia

Sometimes I Wish I was the invisible man

Walking Around with no fucks to give

I wish I could drown in my own sorrow

I wish I could be set aflame in my rage

But when I come down

The Ropes haven't been comforting me long enough

Then I'm back in the cycle

No Love to My Soul

No Heart to My Hope

More than ready to let go

Cause Days May Come

Days May Go

But this cycle is my only home

No room for love in this heart to hold

Forces of the mind can never be controlled