What* am I going to do with myself?
There's this crushing weight where my lungs should be,
a sinking feeling when there's solid ground;
I can't breathe and all I can do is choke back my tears,
I'm drowning but I'm above ground where everyone else is
                                                              ­                             inhaling
                                                      ­                                         *e x h a l  i   n   g