I want to stop, I want to stop
I want to stop being so anxious
I get worried over small things
And get trapped in them
I want to stop being this troublesome me
I want to stop, I want to stop
I want to stop escaping from reality
I get worried over small things
And want to run away from everything
I want to stop being this hopeless me
"You're weak," they said
I see, I am weak
"Don't run away," they said
I see, I shouldn't run away
I tried to get stronger, so I went outside
The eyes of others scare me
Since running away is something to be ashamed of
I faced it head-on
"You have schizophrenia," they said
I see, I've become ill
"Don't die," they said
I see, I must live
On the closet doorknob
I tie a string with hope
I hang the tied string around my neck
And cry over things not going right
I'm not afraid of dying
I'm not afraid of dying
I want to stop, I want to stop
I want to stop being so anxious
I get worried over small things
And get trapped in them
I want to stop being this troublesome me
Today again, I talk to myself