Twenty-Eight - Empty Handed

It’s hard to figure out, where you went wrong when you already lost faith in

self-reflection

‘You need to find something to hold onto' they say

Let me feel anything

Am I too blind to see what’s killing me?

Am I too blind?

Am I too blind to see what’s killing me?

I am addicted to the thought that I could see what is going to happen,

it’s not easy to focus on something new, when it’s the past that keeps

dragging you down

Dig that hole

Then fall in

And everything is way too heavy

Wish it away

Wish it away

I lost track of all the things.

I found no light

The clocks are ticking, I’m not moving

Am I too blind to see what’s killing me?

Am I too blind?

Am I too blind to see what’s killing me?

Dear uncertainty, help me to remove my doubts

I am anxious

Help me

Help me out

I’m still the best at destroying everything that I helped build

It was me

All I was asking for was a normal life

Now I’m twenty-eight and I feel broken