As I sit here by myself,
listening to nothingness.
I can't help but notice how quiet it is.
It only seems fitting that I can hear my thoughts echo inside my own head.
My head hurts, but that's not unusual.
I can't help but wonder if all this is worth it.
As I sit here by myself,
and fucking hate how annoying the quiet is.
It makes me feel like the walls are closing in.
Like my collar is getting tighter.
Like I'm not in control, never was, never will be.
It's so quiet, it's chaotic...
All the fear, the anger, the frustration.
It hurts to think about it, but there's nothing else, and it keeps echoing
against the walls, and in my head.
listening to nothingness.
I can't help but notice how quiet it is.
It only seems fitting that I can hear my thoughts echo inside my own head.
My head hurts, but that's not unusual.
I can't help but wonder if all this is worth it.
As I sit here by myself,
and fucking hate how annoying the quiet is.
It makes me feel like the walls are closing in.
Like my collar is getting tighter.
Like I'm not in control, never was, never will be.
It's so quiet, it's chaotic...
All the fear, the anger, the frustration.
It hurts to think about it, but there's nothing else, and it keeps echoing
against the walls, and in my head.
