I've been laying on this bed, hearing my head talk

These whispers turning into yelling, ain't rightly slept

I'd rather be dead than to tolerate another loop of torture

For sure, give me a break, dream about a better day, okay

Graves being dug, lost all my friends, couldn't comprehend

How it's my fault, gaslight myself day by day to make me be okay

I swerve and drift into the abyss; darkness wonders

My life slumbers into silence

My mind, my thoughts, my wrongs, my talks

Will I make out to safety? Who knows? Don't know

I'm feeling really kinda slow

My mind rushes too much

My mind rushes too much

My mind rushes too much

Too much

If these thoughts don't slow down

You better expect me to be gone

And if I go ahead and cool down

You better expect me to be loud

Because what can I do to make myself feel loved?

The tempo of my mind increases too much

January supposed to be the end of my reign

The rain pours on my little parade

Wanted conversation, but I was left behind

Isolated once again, had me back in shambles

Give me the ability to make time go

Tick, tick, tick, tick

Need some fucking peace and quiet

Keyboard's getting tired

The more I sit and watch my screen

Come back, sit back, continue my existing

My brain can't handle this any longer

My phone's a wonder, making music on that

Bitch, bitch, bitch

I'm so used to being bothered, where's my

Clique, clique, clique?

I can't think about this anymore

Shit

My mind rushes too much

My mind rushes too much

My mind rushes too much

Too much

If these thoughts don't slow down

You better expect me to be gone

And if I go ahead and cool down

You better expect me to be loud

Because what can I do to make myself feel loved?

The tempo of my mind increases too much (yeah, yeah)

Because what can I do to make myself feel loved?

The tempo of my mind increases too much (too much)

Too much

Too much

Too much

Too much

Too much

Increases too much

Too much