Im always snapping, Im sick of breaking
Every lifeless object that surrounds me,
Sick of feeling out of control, Sick of feeling anything at all.
I dont want to feel like I cant handle my pain, The anger that burns inside of my brain,
I cant handle the world, Because it doesnt care for my past, Sick of these feelings, how long will they last?
My mind is always muddled up with lies and reality,
Cant see the morning breeze, it fogged up as I breathed,
Dont want to lie down, because nails poke through my bed,
And whenever I stop talking, Horrible thoughts come to my head.
