Cedar Grove Days

When I was young in the back yard
 I heard an orchestra through the trees
 I was a child but much more mature
 Now I'm stuck here waiting for my ears to open
 I'm killing myself; it's mental suicide
 Just look at what I have become
 This morning the Sun leapt into the sky
 Sprinting it was so excited
 Tonight, I watched it crash into the ground
 Now I'm stuck here waiting for my eyes to open
 I'm blinding myself, in darkness removed
 Just look at what I have gotten myself into
 Lying face up on the hill where I used to hide
 Watching the clouds caress my private plot of sky
 And now the clouds are all grey and the Sun is dead
 These care-free days are gone, lost to trying to get ahead
 Is it worth it when the cost of living is death?
 These meaningless things and health by caffeine
 It's not over yet until we're dead
 Now we're dead