I'm wrapped up in my head
Through that forest fogged with dread
Congrats to my demons you won
I'm tired and numb
You've convinced me my fears are real
That I've lost and made a deal
Trapped in rewind
The same emotions are what I find
It's too good to be true
Now I wonder what to do
I'm angry and morose
Taking in depression like a drug overdose
I hate my own reflection
I'm always trying a new deflection
To pretend that I can't feel pain
In my forest, it begins to rain
I'll choose to die inside
I'll choke on my pride
***** what we call life
Next time, stab me with a real knife
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 8:17 PM UTC
I'm wrapped up in my head
Through that forest fogged with dread
Congrats to my demons you won
I'm tired and numb
You've convinced me my fears are real
That I've lost and made a deal
Trapped in rewind
The same emotions are what I find
It's too good to be true
Now I wonder what to do
I'm angry and morose
Taking in depression like a drug overdose
I hate my own reflection
I'm always trying a new deflection
To pretend that I can't feel pain
In my forest, it begins to rain
I'll choose to die inside
I'll choke on my pride
***** what we call life
Next time, stab me with a real knife
It's beginning to hurt because of what I see, to what I know.
