I wish I could pull this off me, the weight is dragging me down and it's getting exhausting.
Frozen in time but the clock keeps ticking.
I fear to look at my life and see that there is something I'm missing.
Each day, I lay awake.
Empty Inside looking for the next break.
I am seeing and I am breathing but I am looking for a goddamn reason.
As my jaw proceeds to separate off of my skull, I wonder how to dig myself out of this hole.
I try so hard, but I just can't win. But here we go again.
The weeks pile up and I'm ascending downward, always looking for a plan for the next few hours.
I lock it all in and I shut myself up. This is not normal, This is not me.
Isolated and alienated, my foundation has been decimated.
Forlon and f**ing war torn.
Problems of the world leave my face with a bitter scorn. Please return my carnium.
And no has one f**ing word to say to elaborate on how everything is going to be OK.
Grief, despair, anger, animosity.
I feel hollow, but filled up with sorrow, but I keep my head up for a better tomorrow.
Grinding my teeth down flat. Morning comes along and my incisors are gone.
Lift the curse off of my face.
Relieve me of my burden, so I can know my own name.
Take a deep breath and blow away the storming rain.
I want to rea**ume my body. I want you to recognize my face.
If I could turn back time to a better day, then maybe I would stop grinding my teeth.