Everyone asks me if I'm okay,
And the truth is no,
I hate doing this every day,
I wish I could give up and just let go,
Stop breathing, stop crying, stop hurting, stop dying,
But it's a never ending cycle, going around and around.
Like a washing machine and I'm locked inside,
My feelings and thoughts being jumbled up,
My head spinning and my ears screaming,
The overwhelming anxiety consuming every ounce of my being.
They left me behind, pushed the start button and watched me go,
They watched me spiral out of control,
And they laughed, they pointed, they mimicked and they recorded,
I should've known that they were fake friends,
Should've known my happiness would end,
Because I don't deserve it, so why do I kid myself?
Why am I surprised when I'm left in the dust?
You gave up on me, You let me go, You left me behind, And I'm alone.
Nobody knows what its like for me to wake up,
To fake a smile and want to give up,
But I push away the pain,
Hope today it'd be different,
But of course its not, its same old again.
And its not fair that I have to do this!
Why do I have to feel like this?
This is shit and its torture oh why do I have to do it?
Why cant I just give up?
Trapped in the washing machine of torment,
On a non-stop cycle,
I'm drowning in my thoughts,
Screaming out, but silenced, by the end.
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An Escape From Reality (Original Music)
DiversosI write my songs for an escape from reality, A secret place I go to gain some sanity, Where I can stop thinking about the rate of mortality, Come to terms with my sexuality and gender identity, Find a better, stronger and calmer mentality, A safer s...
