I swear to god that god isn't real
I never told my dad how much i loved him
I pet my dog to find comfort in this reality
What has become of me, when did it begin.
Figuratively, i'm talking to myself
There's no one else
Surrounded by trials
It's vital to pass them.
Opportunities that once were in reach
Sealed behind metallic bars
Need a chainsaw or something
To break loose from my shackles.
I keep telling myself
It's all in my head
The crackling noises
An invoice that leaves me scared.
You are not prepared
Your damages can't be repaired
You'll bring shame to yourself
It's not your mental health, life's just meaningless.