I sit here and look through the window by the door
The pain is so much I just want to roar
The trees in the wind are swaying left to right
while the singing birds are no longer in sight

I step out of my body and wonder who I am
and look back through the eyes of someone who is calm.
The purpose of me being here is what I want to know.
When every day is a struggle and I constantly feel low.

Up every morning, working nine to five
like a human robot, trying to survive
life is a journey, but when does it start
As soon as you realise you're ready to depart.