Wake up
Tell them that you need some help, but you stuck
Between hell, and your dreams are a thousand miles away
What can you say when you’re stuck wallowing in your pain
But they keep telling you that everything will be okay?
I’ve tried to save myself but i can't keep up with this mess
These thoughts intrusive and i can't get my brain to rest
I fuck the set, then i get back into bed
The only place i feel comfortable about my death