Head in my hands
What have I done
The continuous question
I cannot outrun
I cannot let go
Of this thing
I have done
It hurts me
It haunts me
It knows it has won
I cannot let go
Of this thing
I have done
It fills up my head
It blocks all my sleep
I am constantly waking
I have tried counting sheep
No one else knows
This thing
I have done
I refuse to tell them
What I've become
This monster inside me
Has now broken out
He destroys and consumes
He knows nothing else
He takes over me
Without concern for himself
I am unable to stop him
He is too strong
My thoughts are quite grim
The monster inside me
Has made me very dim