I Didn't Ask For This
I can feel my heartbeat inside my head as the panic takes it's grip on me All my failures laid out in neat little piles As my own mind begins to taunt me The walls close in and I can't seem to breathe I'm damaged goods, who could ever want me?
I close my eyes so tight my eyelids hurt all the things I've buried deep inside me The fans too loud and I'm shaking again Building walls to always hide me slide down the wall to reach the floor's hard embrace No one's looking, no one will find me
Tears run down my cheeks again This isn't anything new to me Trying every exercise that I was taught you can all see right through me voices I don't know over talk right in my ears Blindly hiding the picture of the true me
I didn't ask for this I didn't ask for this Dear god, I didn't ask for this I'm defective bad goods rotten produce in a plastic bag mold in the shower I didn't ask for this I didn't ask for this
Count down from 100 Why does this never work for me? Open my eyes just to stare at the floor Even suicidal ideation is starting to bore me It's never over and the pills don't always work the door is open and anyone can tour me
I didn't ask for this No one ever does
