Frayed Ends

When I look up it's hard to believe a vast blue sky dwells beyond the storm
Hopeless darkness screaming loud, too blind to see past the membrane shroud
Searing rays knife through the rain, sunlight warms my sub-zero mind
Coming back to life, my weariness lifts, always present but so hard to find
Things can only get better, Things can only get better
So much to do, too numb to feel, I hear the frayed ends tear at the end of my rope,
Staring at the ceiling and counting my breaths, my mind keeps chatting, still I'm alone
I close my eyes to see the truth, as the restless sea softens in the night
The edges blur, feel my self dissolve, It's never to late to tell them that they're right
When I look up it's hard to believe a vast blue sky dwells beyond the storm
I close my eyes to see the truth, I feel the frayed ends mend at the end of my rope
Things can only get better, Things can only get better
Things can only get better, Things can only get better