Days are Blue and Nights are Gray

I'm feeling despondent. My Back's full of lament. 

I carry it everyday. Lament that makes me stray. 

But what am I to do? I'm sure you carry it too. 

Might be buried deep inside. Yet, still very much alive. 

In endless days I mourn. A mind that like a storm. 

Much power but destructive. Also, becomes corrupted. 

But what am I to say? Days are Blue and Nights are Gray. 

I'm sure you mourn too. Were emotionally stuck like glue. 

My Pessimistic Personality, is chock full of kinks. 

I offend in every way. No matter what I say. 

But who else can I be? In the end I must be me. 

For you it must be the same. We always land the blame. 

I'm feeling awfully drained. 

Dragged down by a ball and chain 

Sinking to the deepest depth of the sea. 

Loneliness is what suits me. 

So who am I to blame? 

I'm Intellectually Insane. 

I'm at the port and missed the plane. 

Days are Blue and Nights are Gray.