The world likes to bring you down The people around you drag you to the ground. How can someone so happy crumble They don't like you, want to see you under.
What can I do to change this solem state, The funk I'm in is not easy to break. I can see the light shine bright through the window above me, far from reach and its there to taunt me.
A thousand words want to scape me but I have no chance or break, I can barely free myself.
Prison cell I'm in. If you could feel, would you be happy I'm here?
Messy mind is a messy state, I want to break free of your chains.