Purity - Pessimist With a Half Full Glass Lyrics

I can barely run from my anxiousness
Climbing trees to hide from disappointment
Every word I try to express, comes out so meaningless
I want to attend my own funeral
I want to know what it feels like
To have that moment of peace
Where I finally get to sleep

I am just a weathered soul, a weakening heart
With old bones like everyone else, trying to reason with my head in this mess
Like a rotting boat, floating murky water; aimless from now on
Portaits of my depression are hung up along the cemetery walls

I am just a weathered soul, drowning in regret
Another window, is closed, for daily happiness

I'd love, a silent, night
But what's worse than nothing, is living
Waking up, waking up afraid

I fold my knees up to my chest wrapping my arms around them
I feel the frost, blister my hands, trying to get my attention
And the lack of sleep would be the anchor to this mess

I'm not a fool trying to grasp this, the pointlessness of happiness