What do you know about hours of mental craziness and hallucinations,
enough frustration and expectations, right turn ended up as my execution,
used to be full of motivation and life now I just twist and wither,
try to aim for the stars but without arms or legs I use my belly to slither,
this broken heart has mended, this shattered mind has been the trade,
no matter how close I get to heading towards a future, it's still difficult to eat food that was never made,
simply a year has been an ongoing struggle to keep it together,
been accepted and rejected but thanks to past storms I have become immune to such weather,
a year ago I stood on the edge of a bridge, ended up a lost cause,
wheres the love if i hear no applause,
365 days have made me older, that was the last time I saw you as a grab,
but much like a poor drinker, you're just another thorn to add to my tab.