dread
I look into the mirror, all I'm seeing is a skeleton
I keep losing weight, so they got me taking medicine
I can't go a day without relying on these sedatives
Therapy and doctors, I feel like a specimen
Every fucking night that I've been laying in my bed
Doing all I can to fight the certain sense of dread
Feeling like this panic that I have will never end
And so I fantasize about that gun up to my head, yeah
And now these pills got me feeling asleep
When I'm awake, can't get away
Even when I sleep I feel pain
Vivid visions in the past creeping into my brain
About to break, I just want to feel like I'm sane (yeah)
And I just want to know what I did
Do I deserve this, like why I gotta deal with this shit? Man
And I just wanna know when it happened
When I lost my mind and will I ever truly feel happy? (Motherfucker)
I wanna know when the pain stops
Walking around with the same thoughts
I wanna know when the pain stops
Face down, fucked up with the door locked
I wanna know when the pain stops
Walking around with the same thoughts
I wanna know when the pain stops
Face down, fucked up with the door locked
(Face down, fucked up with the door locked)
(Face down, fucked up with the door locked)
I've been fighting this with everything that I have
And I've been trying to separate the good from the bad
Well, I can't see an end to all the pain that I face
I had to cancel the tour, I couldn't take any more
I feel the weight of expectation pressing down on my chest
I feel like everybody has their own belief of what's best
Meditation, medication, should I pray to a god?
I refuse to let this win and be consumed by my thoughts
I wanna know when the pain stops
I wanna know when the pain stops
I wanna know when the pain stops
I wanna know when the pain stops
I wanna know when the pain stops
I wanna know when the pain stops
I wanna know when the pain stops
I wanna know when the pain stops
I wanna know when the pain stops
Walking around with the same thoughts
I wanna know when the pain stops
Face down, fucked up with the door locked
I wanna know when the pain stops
Walking around with the same thoughts
I wanna know when the pain stops
Face down, fucked up with the door locked
I keep losing weight, so they got me taking medicine
I can't go a day without relying on these sedatives
Therapy and doctors, I feel like a specimen
Every fucking night that I've been laying in my bed
Doing all I can to fight the certain sense of dread
Feeling like this panic that I have will never end
And so I fantasize about that gun up to my head, yeah
And now these pills got me feeling asleep
When I'm awake, can't get away
Even when I sleep I feel pain
Vivid visions in the past creeping into my brain
About to break, I just want to feel like I'm sane (yeah)
And I just want to know what I did
Do I deserve this, like why I gotta deal with this shit? Man
And I just wanna know when it happened
When I lost my mind and will I ever truly feel happy? (Motherfucker)
I wanna know when the pain stops
Walking around with the same thoughts
I wanna know when the pain stops
Face down, fucked up with the door locked
I wanna know when the pain stops
Walking around with the same thoughts
I wanna know when the pain stops
Face down, fucked up with the door locked
(Face down, fucked up with the door locked)
(Face down, fucked up with the door locked)
I've been fighting this with everything that I have
And I've been trying to separate the good from the bad
Well, I can't see an end to all the pain that I face
I had to cancel the tour, I couldn't take any more
I feel the weight of expectation pressing down on my chest
I feel like everybody has their own belief of what's best
Meditation, medication, should I pray to a god?
I refuse to let this win and be consumed by my thoughts
I wanna know when the pain stops
I wanna know when the pain stops
I wanna know when the pain stops
I wanna know when the pain stops
I wanna know when the pain stops
I wanna know when the pain stops
I wanna know when the pain stops
I wanna know when the pain stops
I wanna know when the pain stops
Walking around with the same thoughts
I wanna know when the pain stops
Face down, fucked up with the door locked
I wanna know when the pain stops
Walking around with the same thoughts
I wanna know when the pain stops
Face down, fucked up with the door locked
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Lawrence Stanley, Joseph Edward Mulherin
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