Sunday, Apr. 11, 2004 / 10:17 a.m.
What More Can I Do

Maybe I'm just bitter

Jaded by this world

Maybe I need to swallow

The thoughts of love and bunnies

That everyone else seems to spout

But I've got a mind

That I can't shut off

And I've got a theory

That something here isn't right

So excuse me while I sulk

While you all laugh in ignorance

Maybe the depressives are the only

Ones who see the truth

The only ones who know

That it's something that can't be taken

So muddle through somehow

Find a reason to cling to

Because what more can I do

What more can I do

And it's been four years since it started

Four years ago this holiday

So excuse my hatred for it all

But hiding alone in blankets

Wishing to die when everyone else

Runs after colored eggs

Does that to a person, I guess

Just the memories alone are enough

Enough to make me bitter

But I look for something to cling to

Because what more can I do

What more can I do

And I smile through clenched teeth

And nod in agreement at family

At people I can't stand

As I drain the wine bottle

While I listen to their pratter

And hope that something will dull it

And drown the nagging discontent

Because what more can I do

What more can I do

I dream of places far away

Untouched by ice and snow

Blank to the slate of my memories

And warm to the touch

And maybe there'll be some peace there

At least I hope so with all of my heart

And I dream every night of it

Because what more can I do

What more can I do

So leave me with my daydreams

They're much more comforting than reality

And I'll know the truth someday

And perhaps peace will come in time

Until then I hold on with both hands

And refuse to fall

Because what more can I do

What more can I do