Yesterday I felt I was on top of the world
It would seem that nothing could go wrong
Or so I thought, you know famous last words
The sun so bright, a gentle cooling breeze
Enough to dry the sweat upon my brow
There I sat and watched the sea roll in
The white caps merrily chasing one another
Like colts chasing each other cross the meadow
And then they would crash upon the shore
With each attempt getting closer to me
And there I sat, with beer in hand
It seemed the world my oyster

That was yesterday, before I went to bed
I woke up to a dull, grey, sunless day
No songs of birds that I could hear
Just a nerve wracking screeching of something
Some type of bird, I know not what
Nor do I really care, it's all the same
It seemed that while I slept despair rained down
It soaked me, covered me from head to toe
Despair oozed out of my every pore
My life had gone the way of the outhouse
Utter despair, like the very depths of hell
I wished my life, it was no life, would end

Every sound I heard was dull and lifeless
Food was dreary, lifeless and without taste
Why even the very air that I breathed
Tasted like it had passed through a crypt
With the rotten stench of death on it
You could almost taste the flesh eating maggots
The walls, the walls that I had come to love
Whispered to me, what good are you
No-one wants you, end it now, no-one cares
And yet, I still cling to life with finger tips
Not quite ready, not yet, still hanging on
For who knows, tomorrow the sun might return