Note to Self -

This is like a disease that’s covering me

Tangled and braided up

I can’t speak with an ease

It’s like a spider web tangling me

Grinding my teeth

I can sleep for the world

God lost in a roll

I’ll find a way to slide

I can bring disarray

Come on, come on

You’re always in my head

Who are you?

Make me sick

Come on, come on

You’ll never understand how I break

There’s someone inside

And I don’t think it’s me

I’m full of the strangest sounds

They’re pulling my strings

I can’t think for myself

I am sick of this

I am sick of this

I’m sick of my role in this game

Come on, come on

You’re always in my head

Who are you?

Make me sick

Come on, come on

You’ll never understand how I break

I’m sick of my role in this game

Conversations that always turn to flames

I’m sick of this test

A note to myself, press erase

I’m sick of the calmness, it’s always there

I’m hanging on moments that always seems to end

I can’t stand complaining

A note to myself, press erase

Come on, come on

You’re always in my head

Who are you?

Make me sick

Come on, come on

You’ll never understand how I break

Forgive me

I cannot erase this

You’re always in my head

Make me sick