and maybe
i better stay mentally ill
instead of trying to get better
when it falls down again anyway

if you could see it
from my point of view
you could maybe understand
why i‘m like that

i rather say nothing than having to face the reality

how far can i go for people to realize that i‘m actually a **** person

i‘m tired or healing a soul i didn‘t break.

and in the second you took your steps out of the room
the feelings of guilt came in like a stomping bear
my music changed from sunshine to melancholy
and my mind went from the waves of an ocean to the thunder of a storm

my legs are weak like a feader

my heart is beating like a woodpecker

my mind is racing like a rollercoaster

and in between of that

am i

somewhere