I wish I could describe how this feels
How it feels to just relax...
Why were we chosen for this?
Why would anyone make us do this...
I feel it around my body
It's squeezing the air out of me...
Help me
Help me when no one else wants to...
I'm sat beside my window looking at the rain...
Hopelessly...
Get out of my head
Get out of my head...
Is there even a point to anything?
We all do the same thing, day by day...
I can't breathe
I feel cold...
I'm sitting alone in my room
I can't talk to anyone...
I see nothing but darkness
I look around, darkness...
Since i was 4 i already knew i was no good
That i had no place...
Counting again - dammit:
steps, calories, lights, days...