Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Suffocating, artist - DAX.
Date of issue: 14.10.2021
Song language: English
Suffocating |
I’m tired man… |
Sometimes I just sit in my room and hold my breath |
And let all the pressure and anxiety build up |
And just let the time pass by |
At first, I couldn’t breathe |
Now I’m suffocating |
Maybe the pressure from the fame isn’t worth what I’m chasing |
I used to say God’s playing, now the devil’s on my team acting foul and it’s |
all flagrant |
Tryna push me off the path that I’m steady paving |
Sin is the currency and every day I’m making payments |
I don’t wanna live in it but I heard a saying |
«Good knows evil cause the houses are both adjacent» |
I don’t know if I should go for these goals |
I’ve seen people gain the world but lose their souls |
My anxiety is building as the weight of it grows |
I succumb myself in privacy inside my home |
And I barely answer calls and when I see my phone |
I’m reminded that the real feeling of being alone is having millions who love |
you but can leave you or say that they hate you at the moment they don’t fuck |
with a song |
I used to laugh it off |
Now I hold my breath and suffocate |
Then I sit and wait just to see if I can kill the hate |
And as I’m fleeting I see God at the heaven’s gates |
Then come back down to fight another day |
Then I grab that same phone and smile and wave |
And pour my empty heart into a song that they won’t praise |
They say patience is the key but they didn’t tell me, while I wait I’ll be |
locked inside a steel cage |
Something’s wrong, I feel claustrophobic |
I’m stuck living in the past and not the moment |
Or the future where my life is only more broken |
Cause those wounds from the past are still open |
I take sips of love and every single time it’s poison I see |
Women who can’t see past my employment |
Or see me as enjoyment so I can’t enjoy it cause the ride’s temporary and they |
leave once they crash and destroy it |
I don’t think this life is healthy, why didn’t anybody tell me? |
Everybody want help but nobody wanna help me |
I’m an ATM, a therapist and everybody’s friendly |
And they hide their real intentions but my mind won’t let me |
If I make a sad song, don’t ask me if I’m happy |
Fuck a hook, my pain isn’t catchy |
If you relate, or worse feel badly, fucking pity me at least and check in if |
you at me |
That’s the only way I’ll know who it touches |
That’s why I stay awake and answer DMs by the hundreds |
So I don’t lose myself and fill my stomach with the feeling that I’m here just |
to suffocate for nothing |
If you know real pain then you see it when you look me in my eyes |
I try to hide it but they do not lie |
I wanna sleep but if I try, the demons who creep in my dreams will collide |
So I stay up and I stare at the ceiling |
And ask myself if I should even share these feelings |
Then I hear a voice in the distance from a ghost-like image |
Saying my pain could be somebody’s healing |
So I close my eyes and drift to the place that inspires these lyrics |
And as I see flames and I scream, I pray it’s a place you’ll never have to visit |