Pull it together I tell myself.

It hurts depending on something else.

So I try writing my pain away.

But it always stays most of these days.

I'm holding myself alone

Down this dead never-ending road.

It gets harder to take, harder to fake.

I keep trying, but I'm failing you.

(It gets cold every night on these floorboards. I keep slipping away from everything that matters to me.)

This is beyond my control.

It's not up to me how this all ends.

Those reasons I may never know.

How can I keep my head above this rising water?

(I keep sinking. I keep sinking.)

So I'll just do what I'm good at.

Smile and just do what I'm told.

I'm screaming so loud in my head that my throat is about to explode.

I'm comatose.

So let's just do what we're good at.

Shut up and just do what we're told.

I'm screaming so loud in my dreams that my head is about to explode.

I keep looking for the next high.

Leaning on this crutch to keep myself in line.

It's my enabling.

The fact that I am wavering between this reality and mine.

So why go out

face the lions?

Just stay silent,

Show defiance,

And grow.

We're just falling in deeper now.

So let's just sleep it all away.

We're drifting in dangerous waters now.

So let's just sleep it all away.

It's never enough for me.

It's never enough...

I'm comatose.