No really... What am I doing!
Days and weeks have passed me by All the time wasted, it makes me want to cry!
Life is simply rushing by Is my sedentary state how I be been... “coping” I feel like I’m wasting my time
Distracting myself from what I feel inside Smothering the voices Throwing a sheet over the lie...
That really... ... I’m not fine
I look to the past I look to the future I don’t like what I’ve seen And I fear what I will see
The anxiety, that glutinous fiend Eating me up all the time
ISNT LIFE JUST SUBLIME!
Is what I say when people ask if I’m fine But...
Merely just bidding time I wove my lie so well That I managed to fool myself
So I wouldn’t cry