These walls...
look like cages
the world inside of my mind it's starting to look like pages
inside of some fucking book that's been falling apart for ages
and people say it gets better but I just think that's outrages
Don't care about being heard,
never captured the patience
it's all just some simulation
of living inside some matrix
that nothing except my ego want
expectations created making paper
but don't need a piece of paper to say I made it
Let me breathe...
is what I tell myself in my sleep
I've seen a world of happiness,
man if that's in front of me
then I wish I could shake his hand
and it turns right into a key
to a million fucking doors
that I can't even fucking see
Everybody always says
happiness is inside of me,
that's bullshit
all I got is this fucking anxiety
with his hands around my throat
every time that I try to breathe
and his hands over my mouth
every time that I try to speak
And I live my life, in this fucked up world
and I've seen these rocks
and I've seen these pearls
and it feels like ones always in my zone
as it builds on up as it makes my home
I did lost my life when i turned nineteen
then I got some back but was not for me,
I just feel this pain in my heart and chest
I just feel so lost, I just feel depressed,
nothing less