Screaming on the inside, but out here I'm silent.
I'm steering this big plane and I'm not even a pilot.
And if I crash and burn,
My life will flash,
All I'll see is people frowning.
I don't think they'd care enough to save my sorry *** from drowning
As if it wasn't enough being pushed under by my tidal waves of demons
I've got an anchor called sadness tied 'round my ankle that pulls me so much deeper.
As I float toward the bottom I try to hold on,
But drowning in the ocean only offers so much oxygen.