Is It Me, That's Making Me Sick?

Wasting all that's left of my day

Watching time fly by on its own

Dreams surpassing me

I'm crawling back out from heaven

This is a place I know all too well

I've been down here for a while

If you cant tell

Wasting again

Thats my loneliness

I can't be the only one

Whose fears have turned into phobias

Is this life that what I choose to make of it

Not this void of a depression

Sitting alone staring at the ceiling

Waiting for someone to hear me

But my silent screams

They remain

Only inside my head

I can't be the only one

Whose fears have turned into phobias

Is this life that what I choose to make of it

Not this void of an depression

I hold so close to my chest

Is it me thats making me sick

I've been burning both ends of the wick

Is it me thats making me sick

I can't be the only one

Whose fears have turned into phobias

Is this life that what I choose to make of it

Not this void of an depression

I hold so close to my chest

Is it me thats making me sick

I've been burning both ends of the wick

Is it me thats making me sick

I'm making me sick

I'm making me sick