I'M Stuck, But Why

Minutes pass, Hours pass, Days pass I sit in my chair, watching the glass I stare at the leaves falling becoming more dead Staying up throughout the dark, so fed Up with this prison people call life What's the point of waking up from a slumber That leads to an endless number Of reasons I can’t explain I can't help but complain Or refrain But.. She looks so nice The way her hair compliments the ice That surrounds my core An endless amount of this feeling… This feeling I can’t explain Now I can’t complain Especially not refrain But.. The feeling for sadness overwhelms me I don’t understand why The clouds above my head won't Create a rainbow I’m stuck.