Don't be too hard on yourself
I've had sleepless nights
Rotting in a room
Letting go of my speaking rights
The weather was nice
The people wore smiles
The talking was light
Still, a burden and a burn were always ready to fight
Am I gonna make it? Do I need to die ?
Should I run away?
Do they believe me?
Was this meant to be or was it my fault?
While everyone's asleep
These questions were hard to keep
In my mind so I cry my existence
And keep thinking so deep
I think I should vanish
What if it's my last night
I think I should pray
What if I never see the light
Maybe I have to leave
I'm tired of myself why is it so hard to breathe
Do I deserve to breathe?
