I've been keeping track
Keeping track of the days on my wall
Until my lungs fail and my heart begins to stall
Head full of dirt and old rotted dreams
Unearth my roots and split me from my seams
Sometimes I feel like I've been buried alive
Left for dead something like six feet deep
Crawling to the surface
Gasping for air
Slowly decomposing on the inside
Food for worms, a dinner so rare
Another rainy day
Trapped inside my brain
Feel like there's no escape
Mind wrapped up in chains
Trying to bleach these stains
Can't help but suffocate
I need to find my way
I need to find my way
I can't help but suffocate
Sometimes I, sometimes I
Sometimes I feel like I've been buried alive
Left for dead something like six feet deep