My reflection's got me worried bout the future
Everything is funny to me with no sense of humor
Every doctor talking's calling me a trooper
Wishing I'd have got at least one diagnosis sooner
I'm going to die alone, a ruler of everything I survived for
Only thing I'm proud of is I was never I pride hoarder
Sticking to the walls so I can find corners
To be left in peace sedated is what I order
Try my hardest not to venture out from my borders
Never looking at the clock, it makes the time shorter
Stomach pains, to go to sleep I need to lie forward
Doctors give me pills like a dealer to some line snorters
Time ticks, and as it does I get my mind sorted
Through it all, I've found my two cents are closer to five quarters
Throwing up 'til I feel like being alive's torture
Pulling luggage like an airline porter
Used to love to look at life and try me through it
Now I'm only comfortable while getting IV fluids
My grip on life lately's slightly loosened
But I'm moving through it, because soon it might be ruined
Weird that dissociation is gracious
Waiting for an end has allowed me to find patience
It's close but it feels as distant as space is
No regrets of anything that I've enjoyed wasting
Fear has never been something I could relate with
I've just been chasing a state of feeling complacent
Forever