When you can't get the blade you always grab to cut out  your head .

The days where you can't get out of  bed.

Those days when there's a shit  hurricane I'm your head .

"Hey look she hasn't gone to bed"
Because every minute was spent trying to repent .

All the sins that where apparently heaven sent.

These thoughts sometimes are so unclear .
However there are problems here.
My mind is a mess ,wow I need to clean in here.

So carry on when no one is there .
Carry on when you don't even care .
Carry on when god is there