I don't think I can
I'm having trouble
I can't
Please
Where's my Ativan?
Where's my asthma pump?
Oh my god,
I can't breathe
Vision is going quick
Thoughts already gone dark
Evil has made its mark and
F*ck a new therapist
I'm already so pissed
They've never handled it well
This is a prelude to a breakdown
Let me break it down for you
My body's ready to call it quits
Having fits of grandeur
I'm fighting for my life
Holding the knife
That could put it to rest
I'm suffocating
Room's rotating
And I wish that it all could stop