The Pessimist

False hope for what, so we can keep our fingers crossed?

Forgive me for being the pessimist,

The truth here is a sinking ship

We’re forced to swim to make it out alive

Please bite your tongue save building me up one more time

Yeah we followed the lines,

For them to break and crumble

These promises have left an ache in my shoulders

I can barely lift my feet off the ground

There comes a time when we all must learn to survive

So wash the fear from those eyes

I know it does get worse before it gets easier

I am the loved, I am the hated

The brave and broken, the unforgotten

You kick and you scream for the walls to come crashing to the floor

And then begins the real war

Overwhelmed but under appreciated pressure

You kick and you scream and can’t breathe

The pressure makes you sick