What should I do with this stress
I feel it in my neck
I know I shouldn't carry insecurities
For years on my back
I can feel it filling up my chest
Running out of space to hold my breath
Replacing oxygen with doubt
Maybe I'll feel better faded out
Through the whiteout I see shapes
Leading me down this bitter way of living at a loss for
Everything along the road to better
But I can't turn back now
I wish I was outside your house
Breathing deeply and waiting for you to come downstairs
Forget everything that I know best
Spill my guts and hope that no one notices the mess