Verse 1:
I'm tryin' to let you know a part of me is dyin',
I am hoping that this demon inside of me is just lyin',
cryin' for help, the same time denyin' the help,
lyin' to self, telling myself that I am fine but my health,
on the mental end is only getting worse it's detrimental and,
my entire brain is feeling more active than some Ritalin, but,
I cannot tell a friend cuz nobody knows and if I,
chose to divulge it it would cause an explosion and I,
want you all to know but I won't tell you and when you ask me,
I just say that I am feeling normal.
Lies in every direction,
I can't tell who I am,
I act different around everyone,
there's nothing I stand,
for, and nothing that I believe in,
except the fact I believe that there's nothing to be believed in,
so I just sit here breathing barely moving on this couch,
simply existing but not much more of anything else
Chorus:
Falling (X4)
Verse 2:
When I write a lyric,
I imagine how you'll hear it,
where will you be, what will you see?
How's the experience?
I say I write these songs for me but that's not really true,
these songs wouldn't exist if I wasn't thinking of you,
I need reassurance that I'm not wasting my time,
I want you to tell me it sounds good when I rhyme,
such fragile creatures we humans are,
we won't admit it cuz superiority complexes cloud our visions,
and so we're hidden,
suffering from the pain I'm bedridden for weeks,
you're nursing these broken bones,
keep acting hurt when I'm healed cuz I wanna just stay at home,
and I'm doing all that I want cuz I need to be in control,
I have a need to feel safe a desire to be taken care of,
fuck that tough guy shit,
that's that shit I'm scared of.
Avoidance has been driving the whole way I lead my life
but I promise I'll change my ways just let me start tomorrow night
No damn clue what I'm doing and where I'm goin',
they say that's okay but I still feel I should be knowing,
they don't have my interests at heart, and why should they?
I don't have theirs so I can't blame them for their ways.
Stuck in a daze. Staring out the window.
The lightness turns to darkness I'm holding onto my pillow.
The darkness turns to lightness and my eyes are still wide open,
each day that passes I can't deny, I'm losing hope and,
I wanna take your advice I promise I really do,
but when I have no drive within me there's nothing to push me to,
there's nothing to push me through to break through to the other side,
the dimensions are all skewed and I know I just can't decide,
I have plenty of friends but none of whom I confide in,
I know I could if I needed to but all their help's denied,
so she's the only one who's there,
puttin' up with the bullshit,
for some fucked up reason she still sticks with her commitment,
at the same time I stay selfish and ego-centric,
I could do so much more but I don't and it's accepted.
I'm disappointed in myself but do nothing about it
cuz vicious thoughts of failed attempts are keeping my thoughts clouded.
The crippling feeling of sickness arises when I speak,
the sound of ringing makes me feel physically weak,
and I know it sounds like a joke,
okay now just point and laugh,
but it's not a joke to someone when this bullshit destroys your path
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