I feel like I'm drowning and everyone's just there to watch, no one knows what's going on and in my head its just the countdown of a ticking clock.
There’s a rhythm that pulses in the heart of the blues,
Where losing’s expected, and failure’s the muse.
No voices respond when I’m crying for aid,
Just me in the deep, aching for land with each hit of a wave.
There's no way to hear a cry for help, I'm treading water trying to find a way to save myself.
The current consumes me, it’s pulling me down,
I try to speak truth but I choke on the sound.
Where do I start when the pain’s been for years,
When hopes turn to silence and love turns to sneers.
Success became my shortfall, failure being what I've known, another brick in the wall, its just me and my demons all alone.