Inverse

Too much time spent contemplating on the pressures taking hold All I need’s a little safety from the burden in my bones

Cause every morning I wake up on the floor And I need a little bottle as a little recourse

Now I’ve lost all recognition as a credible source And I’m digging deeper down this hole cause

Everything is burning in my skin On and on and on it goes

With nothing but the scars to show Everything is making me feel sick On and on and on it goes

So cut me off before I lose control

Is this all vacant complication from the burdens I’m bestowed? Is this all part of something greater than the emptiness I know?

Or am I the one, who always tends to put me in this situation, Do I design my own frustration?

So am I the one, who always tends to reignite the suffocation, Am I my own self condemnation?

Everything is burning in my skin On and on and on it goes

With nothing but the scars to show Everything is making me feel sick On and on and on it goes

So cut me off before I lose control

So am I the one, who always tends to reignite and suffocate, Am I designed to watch the pain burn?