I'm looking at myself from a different perspective
Trapped in white room, I cannot be objective
Frozen to death behind a friend's back
Every second passes by I hear a window crack
Can't feel my existence anywhere I find my body
And I don't even know if I'm a person or nobody
I stare at people's eyes hoping to find my reflection
But I can't even see them, only feel disconnection
My face is not present in this rotting state of mind
Anywhere I want to go I can't seem to find
Any piece of paper worth carving in my skin
Air around my nose feels so pale and thin
I can't breathe, I'm suffocating in this form of life
I want to cut it all out with a rusted, bloody knife
Take a piece of my heart and stick it to my chest
So the mirror could scream that I'm trying my best
I want to be here and feel the life that I could live
But I can't seem to get up and start to believe
That someday things could become perfectly fine
That I could get out of bed without a sip of vine
I have to get moving, turn some things around
Start sniffing for some stuff that are yet to be found
I have to stand up and stop the crying of my soul
The last thing I'll say is that I can't handle me anymore
