Another day stuck in my head
Laying in bed making excuses again
Maybe tomorrow I'll try again
A weary man, the sentence of the which
What do I do with these feelings?
Because they've always been a part of me
Don't think I'm strong enough to see
The other side in this state I could be
Suffocating
Under the weight
Tired of being
At the mercy
Of my insecurities
Left wounded astray
Where no one else will find me
It's finally my time to be
Eaten alive by dog teeth, arf arf
