I want to write a song
But I don't know how to express myself
in the middle of the night
I'm on the middle of the night, having a panic attack
I like to think about
But I hate the thoughts
They consuming my soul
And I'm too tired to fight
You say I need to win
But you make [?] so easy
I feel a disadvantage, as if my hands were tied

Can you hear my silence scream?
It's seem so loud
For you to hear my silence scream, you need to care about
Care about something and less yourself
I didn't ask that hard
Think about everything just going down
Think about me laying on my knees
All my tears in open bottles
Feeling this sea of despair

I've been holding my breath
Lungs filling with water made of glass