Swimming through concrete
Anchored to the floor
Pound and claw til blood and bones expose
Can't shake the feeling that I've been here before
Oh god, I think I'm gonna need another dose
Relief is temporary but I'll take what I can get
A few hours of rest from the voices in my head
Cause lately I've been anxiously thinking about death
And what happens when we're gone
When we take our final breath
Scattered thoughts turn linear
Extroversion as a side affect
Forgetting conversations, I'm doing the best I can
I'm hiding scared on this inside, you're talking to the Ativan
Paranoia
Medicating paranoia