I can feel the pressure
Something is holding me down
Making me hate the people around
It's blocking my thoughts
Stealing my desire
Robbing my moments
It's absorbing me entire

It's taking control

I can't hold it

I'm weak

Cold wind blows
As my soul yowls
It's a mess in my head
Fears and doubts have been fed
By the sorrow in my heart
I need to get up on my feet
Before I become obsolete