Personal Space Video (MV)

I wish I could be nothing
I wish I could return
I wish I could see myself reflected here
Perplexed and apoplectic
Out the window pleasantries
Shaking every time I hit the trees
Same mistakes got me here
Praying for my ears to hear
Clearly, I'm here but not nearly
As sincerely as I meant to
Hence you shouldn't like me much
Panic stuffed down my throat, choke
Spoke softly to the rope and
Wrote sorry to the hope I had of coping
I can't go there, I can't
I'm not scared, I'm dented
Pressed in my ego bent in
Here's the hero dying finally
I'd die for any kind of peace
My mind's a f*ckin time bomb
I did not rhyme on the side for a side job
Climb up my eyes ducked and find
Every line cut, every sigh stuffed
With cyanide stuffed blunts
That's a tough nut to crack
F*ck tomorrow today'll be a tough act to follow
Hollowed out with my best friends
My best friend's haven't made their presence felt yet
Haven't felt this Not Here since last year
I'm not here to communicate
Take me to your feeder
Take me to some clearer skies and drop me
I feel awful