Am I just killing time before time kills me?
I walk the line between fine and a mess of anxiety and stress
I wish I still lived in the mind I had when I was younger.
Haven't felt right in weeks, never at ease in a constant state of fear.
It's getting to me more everyday.
Disillusioned with everything.
Constant uncertainty and feeling like a burden are becoming second nature to me.
And as I walk these same halls, desperation casts its shadow on every wall.
It's hard to get a grip when all I do is feel sick,
Stripped of my confidence and filled with doubt.
I can't provide anything for anyone anymore.
I'm tired of feeling numb.
Constant uncertainty and feeling like a burden are becoming second nature to me.
And as I walk these same halls, desperation casts its shadow on every wall.
Take everything from me, break me til you make me see the person I've always been
(Am I just killing time before time kills me?)
