It's been uh hell of a year
I've cried a well full of tears
for my sorrows tomorrow is never to clear
that's the motto that floats with me
as I drown in this bottle of distilled vodka
trying to keep my windshields as clear as possible
but irresponsible my actions speak
as every cloud that floats above my head
becomes black and bleak
there ain't a mountain high enough
when u at your peak
but that phrase sounds different
when u fall and crash to sea
and your swimming in mistakes
within the waves of defeat
and you can't find the land
you try to breath but you sink
then weep and you think
how you made it to uh bottom that's bottomless
and how your summer times was taken over
by autumn's winds then winter comes
and it gets colder
all u can do is reflect
and pray springs around the next corner
but know that some never see the sun again
so never let yourself become one of them.
credits
from The Clouded Mind,
released June 27, 2011
Written by Aldrian Armstead
Composed by Stewrat
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