Blind To Blue Skies

I just don't understand how life could be that bad that you
 would give up on yourself and waste what little time we 
have.
Your pseudo misery lies in your inability to just get out 
of bed and face the day. You hate yourself but if you'd 
listen I'd tell you different. Look to me as your mirror 
the next time
you're feeling down. It's easy to complain and search for 
sympathy, but if you're feeling sorry for yourself you 
might as
well be dead. Because I've seen you at your best. You held 
the world in your fist, but now you're just a nameless face
 who
just won't try. You're blind to blue skies. Wasting what
precious time we have. You're blind to blue skies. Why 
don't you just get off your ass.