| My anxiety’s clawing
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| Out from deep within me
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| It burns within as my throat
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| Begins to cauterize
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| This negativity’s leeching
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| Any shred of composure
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| Rationale has decayed and left
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| Me bound in madness
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| I reach for calm
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| I starve for a balance unknown
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| This burden tortures me deep in my soul
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| I’ve found that strife won’t make the bleeding stop
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| Nor will it take away the pain
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| I feel like this search is all in vain
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| And I struggle to find my way
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| How I yearn for the silence
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| For an end to the voices
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| The calamity grows and the
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| Deafness leads to disarray
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| Guilt buries me alive
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| In a coffin—criticized
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| I shouldered the blame and dug
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| This hole for me to lay in
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| I reach for calm
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| I starve for a balance unknown
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| This burden tortures me deep in my soul
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| I’ve found that strife won’t make the bleeding stop
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| Nor will it take away the pain
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| I feel like this search is all in vain
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| And I struggle to find my way
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| I’ve found that strife won’t make the bleeding stop
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| Nor will it take away the pain
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| I feel like this search is all in vain
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| And I struggle to find my way
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| I… I… I… I… I… I… I… I…
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| I’ve found that strife won’t make the bleeding stop
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| Nor will it take away the pain
|
| I feel like this search is all in vain
|
| And I struggle to find my way
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| I’ve found that strife won’t make the bleeding stop
|
| Nor will it take away the pain
|
| I feel like this search is all in vain
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| And I struggle to find my way |