It lives in my home, it sleeps on my floor Every night I hear it’s nails on my door And kill every bit of hope before it leaves my pores Stop coming to my house Stop stealing words from my mouth
So I bite my tongue To avoid confrontation or offending anyone (Anxiety) I’ll never win; I can’t win Just a hopeless villain
I don't know when my demons conquered Or when my skeleton softened Or when the rest broke free from the closet But I know every damn thing put a nail in my coffin
Distant, slime, lost, scum All of the above An embarrassment to everyone I love The reaper still hasn’t come I’m so sick of myself So sick of screaming for help
I’m still in fucking hell I’m still in fucking hell
Rendered motionless by anxiety A dead man to be Trapped by this dead mans dreams Cursed with the nervous luck of being me
Fuck the doctor; fuck his pills Fuck the self-loathing that stems from the guilt Fuck my arrogance; fuck my carelessness It’s irrelevant; fuck my therapist Better off dead Let the grievance commence I’m still second best I’m still second best FuckTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
