| I’m not sure that’s the right moment to write something
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| I just need to tell the paper how I feel
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| It’s senseless but i’m stuck in an imaginary future
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| Wondering if I should consider I am sick
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| I am terrified about what’s coming
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| Worried about what a crystal ball could reveal
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| I just want to find the bravery to not run away
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| A paralyzing poison, an everlasting prison
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| Every step and every breath is burning my lungs
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| Digging my own hole, until I find oblivion
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| Scared by the outside, I hide my fears behind my pride
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| Asking myself the reasons I’m living
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| Suffocated by the duty of success
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| Am I the only one responsible for my fall?
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| When will it stop?
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| Crushed and slave to my feelings
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| Pushed by myself to these sins
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| My mind is haunted, night terrors are stronger than everything
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| Let me breathe again, I suffocate
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| The sickness has taken its place
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| It’s feeding my deepest weakness
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| I don’t even know what the fuck is faith
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| Don’t even know what i want to become
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| And it makes me sick
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| When will it stop?
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| Asking myself the reasons I’m living
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| Suffocated by the duty of success
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| Am I the only one responsible for my fall?
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| Please make it stop
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| Crushed and slave to my feelings
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| Pushed by myself to these sins
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| My mind is haunted, night terrors are stronger than everything
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| Lifetime struggle
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| Eyes closed, surrounded
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| Endless downfall
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| Shadows are oppressive
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| But I try my best to keep in mind that I’m safe in my dreams
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| Was it the right moment to write something?
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| Paper only knows how I feel
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| It’s senseless but I’m stuck in my imaginary future
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| Wondering if I should consider I am sick
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| Let me breathe |