This world is too much for me,
I live in a free world but i'm not free.
I went to the doctor, the doctor said to me;
"here's a handful of pills, try and get some sleep. "
Five days later, i have no relief.
I've been awake for so long that I'm seeing things,
I feel like a blind man walking in a dream,
more like a nightmare inside my head I'm screaming,
trapped in a prison cell.
From the inside out I'm busting at the seams.
Can somebody tell me "what's wrong with me?"

The paint in the hall is peeling off the wall,
and my brain is bouncing like a basketball.
I used to feel ten foot tall, bulletproof.
But now i feel so small, or worse than that,
I feel nothing at all, like a dead and lonely leaf falling in the autumn fall. You may think you know me by the way that i talk,
but if by chance you were to walk in these shoes of mine you wouldn't know me at all.

Every day i try to fake a smile, but there are some days where I'm so tired, i forget to put my mask on.
I feel numb inside, full of shame there is no pride.
I let my scars out for the world to see,
I feel them burning my skin as the world stares at me.
I go back to the doctor,
they feed me more pills and hush me away,
as if it will make everything okay.
Handing them out like sweets,
but the reality of it all is so bitter-sweet.