Gut wrenching pain in my bone socket
All that is left: the lint in my pocket
And I'm repeating phrases and I'm reseeing sights
And I'm having bad days more than my good nights
An endless room, no walls to see
I sit alone conversing with me
And I'm sick of this meeting and I'm done hearing voices
When they just criticize all my life choices
Clock in clock out, ticks on the brain
One hour more, I'll go insane
But it's better than boredom, but it's not without cost
When each lasting thought is of happiness lost
And I drive and drive to clear my mind
But it runs through my brain one million times
Being self-loathing isn't a crime
Even when you lie and say it's all fine
The grip has now tightened, the strength of a titan
Bone-crushed and frightened, pretend I'm enlightened
When I'm really afraid, will I use my last breath
To regret tomorrow, a fate worst than death