So many troubles were raining down on her
That she was soon soaked to her soul with all the consequences
Rising depression threatened to drown her as she stood there
Unless she figured out how to swim through the morass of her life
Giving up was always an option
Going under and never resurfacing again
Life would just go on for those around her
Except she knew that was a lie, so she began to tread water and searched for the safety of shore
Doesn’t know or care much where her tears may fall
Reaching that point where the pain becomes a baseline, a background
It grays out the world into a monochromatic morass
Punishing her one drop at a time
Can’t you explain that one more time, but slower?
Look, I’m sorry, but I’m just not getting it.
Everything is just jumbled in my brainpan
And it is leaving me almost seasick as I navigate the morass
Really I got it the first time, but I just wanted to mess with you.