Cyclone

I dealt with everything I felt on my own My blood is thin, my head is a cyclone I’m left holding onto thinning strings I’m gone with the fucking wind I see more of the floor than anyone I care for Stuck on the same page Every second, every minute I’m awake I wish I wasn’t The weight of the world crushes through my rib cage I don’t wanna feel like this Wish I could be the me I see when I dream But I can’t fall asleep I’m not proud of the man I’ve become I poison the soil that I walk on Hold my head above the surface but it’s too deep It’s no wondеr I can’t go to sleep What’s the point when evеrything’s wrong I poison the soil that I walk on I’m left holding onto thinning strings I’m gone with the fucking wind