Testo Treading Water

Every day it gets harder
To get myself out of bed
When I'd rather solve problems
With a gun to my head

Far too long,
I've allowed myself
To use the future as a crutch, The promise of better days ahead
Used to be enough.

I've dug in my heels,
Turned my back on the past,
But as a silent Atlas,
I'm bending in half

Far too long,
I've allowed myself
To use the future as a crutch,
The promise of better days ahead
Used to be enough.

I've been crawling towards the light at the end of the road Now it's disappeared and left me all alone