"And just past your lips,
there's more anger than laughter."
The feeling is unquestionable.
I am on a downfall, spiraling to the bottom.
How do I know? Well, I just know.
I close my eyes and all I see is snow.
The coldness feels hard on my heart,
and I can feel it stop and hardly start.
The knots in my stomach grow tight,
last night's pizza is just not sitting right.
All the color in my eyes have grown dull;
music is nothing but an inaudible lull.
Pain has never been so strong,
the way it is now; it's just wrong.
So you can start to see where it's all too weird,
so we're on the same page, right?
I'm definitely going down.
Every time someone talks to me,
I refrain from being extremely...
let's just say from being unkind.
I can feel the explosion in my mind.
My teeth are wearing down from gritting.
There must be something that I'm missing.
Every minute this feeling grows more
so I know I'm getting closer to the floor.
It hurts my heart to breathe in deep,
and it takes me hours to even fall asleep.
How can you think there's nothing wrong?
I'm about to hit the ground
on a level you've never even heard of.
But it seems our time is up.
