My bright is too slight,
To hold back all my dark.
I know this isn't right,
All of these self-made marks.
My bright is too busy,
To hold back all my dark.
Moving on should be easy,
But it's a journey I can't embark.
My bright is too weak,
To hold back all my dark.
I flow through life with sorrow,
Maybe one it day it will end.
My bright is too lost
To hold back all my dark.
Before you broach what I've become,
I don't want to hear the remark.
