I always feel as if I'm stuck in the ******* middle
In an unforgiving loop of perpetual melancholy tension
Where is a hole to hide in, to die in?
I realize I'm too great to let redundant ******* cause my blood to boil
but I struggle to ride
ride above this
I'm stuck in my mind and it blows me,
blows me a ******* way how my past tends to weigh me down
it still holds on to me
where is my firm foot in the present?
why do I still feel lost?
I enjoy my own company but not the company of others
To feel so sick of the human race
I just want to move on with my life and open my mind to new experiences
New experiences, new people
But I'm so sick,
I'm so very ill,
I'm so sick,
I'm so tired,
I'm so... Tired

Let it cease for now,
Let the tides roll in to wash my sorrows,
Let my words move you
Let it be that I survive, at least, until tomorrow.

I want to get it out, all out
Before my heart reaches the beat that takes its last skip
and it'll be a rough one
Oh, will it be rough

Will I be able to cure this on my own?
I'm going to pour portions of this infection into these words,
It's not contagious
It's for the ones who might find an elixir
perhaps, outside the physical realm?
maybe my findings are viable for someone to research
to help better understand, or maybe it's injustice
there is still a chance
if we band together we can eliminate this
but together?
see that ******* contradiction?
oh, how it's driving me mad
I'm not even sure where I'm going with this
I don't know
I just don't know
I do not get it myself
But I'm not giving up....
No.
I'm on a conquest for my solution.

I want to get it out, all out
Before my heart reaches the beat that takes its last skip
and it'll be a rough one
Oh, it will be rough.


I want to get it out, all out
Before my heart reaches the beat that takes its last skip
and it'll be a rough one
(Put a blanket over it, call it a day)
Oh, it will be rough.
(Give them reasons, reasons to stay)