Tired of thinking about the things that worries me.
Hating the fact that it discourage me. Knowing that in the future it might break me.
Shattered into pieces that nobody can fix me.

Walking straight forward into a mobius strip.
Whether left or right, it goes the same trip.
Going round and round until my legs are all ripped.
Don't know where to go like a lonely lost sheep.

Outside i'm smiling, but inside i'm breaking,
Like there's a bomb in my brain that never stops ticking.
Like shackles that binds me from doing what i'm dreaming.
Fighting for survival, the routine of my everyday living.