I Despair

In your hands I'm trying


In your hands I'm trying flight


I can't die


I'm flying in the cold breeze every night





Spare me all the strife


My desires never tire


But would it be much better if I died?





Petty highs get me by


But how much longer must I live with this disguise





Have you no direction?


I just sense pretentious signs


In your highs


I hear the same old stories every night