Sometimes I wonder
Is there really a future for me
I look back on all my history
and decide its not to be

Years of pain and struggle and strife
Multiple attempts to end my life
Failure upon failure and disappointment too
Not to mention the drugs and alcohol to boot

But people still say
Every dog has his day
Yet somehow its hard to wait for what may be

When will this day come?
It’s been plenty of moons
since the times I could stay home and watch cartoons
and be content

So much has changed yet so much has not
I feel like I went full circle, came ’round to the same spot
And every time I try to recover
There’s just another thing to pull me down under
Back to the way I’m meant to exist