#i feel this deep

Sometimes
I can’t believe my existence
I see myself from a distance
I can’t get back inside

Sometimes
The air is so anxious
All my thoughts are so reckless
And all my innocence has died

Sometimes
I wake at four in the morning
Where all the darkness is swarming
And it covers me in fear

Sometimes
I’m full of anger and grieving
So far away from believing
That any song will reappear

Sometimes
The end is not coming
It’s not coming
The end is here
Sometimes

Sometimes
When the painted glass shatters
And you’re the only thing matters
But I can’t see you through the tears

Sometimes
The end isn’t coming
It’s not coming
The end is here
Sometimes
“The Little Things that Give You Away” - U2