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i'm sick of knowing what i came from
i'm sick of all this fear
of everything i could've been
it warps me
it turns me into a haunted object
screaming for something
30 by 30 room of wood and glass
this is my home i'm kept here
in pieces across the floor
configurations
flashing on the display
i see them
a million times a day

this is how i will spend my life
caught in alternate selves
the pale light
this is how i will spend my days
caught somewhere far away

i can feel it
it always comes back
deep in the pit of my stomach
it feels like
it feels like

i'm sick of knowing what i came from
i'm sick of all this fear
of what i could've been
it warps me it turns me into
a haunted object
screaming for this aching indecision
to leave me alone

i couldn't tell you when it started
i can barely explain
it feels like someone else
inside my brain
get me out
they can have it, i don't care
i'll find a better place
and stay there

this is how it ends
this is how it's always been
i can't remember, i don't know what i mean
reduce me
i want to be somewhere else
something else
anything else

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