I can't take another step, im on the edge
This might be my last breath, im suffocating
I dont even want to be me
I'm diseased and I'm deceased
I'm broken, torn up
I'm broken, stitch me up
Because I've always had a big heart, big dreams, and a bigger weight on my shoulders
I never thought it would change, even by the time that I'd grown older
But suddenly all of my blue skies had faded into grey and suddenly better days seemed just too far away
Because it's rained every day this week, but there still hasn't been any calm after the storm
Stuck in a self perpetuating cycle of illness, that's becoming harder and harder to get out of
Because i allowed the negatives to take presidence over the evidence that i was finally getting better
Until i allowed myself to sink into this depression again
Sustained only by solipsistic solitude, and one last attempt at self-preservation
Heal me
Heal me
Heal me
Heal me
And i long for you to make me feel anything at all because lately all I've been able to feel is this cold
I wish that i could fall between the cobblestones because there's sorrow in my voice but i hope it doesn't show
I hope it doesn't show