Derealization
I can take one more step, but that's just one
I need so many more to get the job done
The pressure that I feel to achieve what I want
Compounded with the fact my work has just begun
I tell myself that everything's against me
Ignoring the things that my identity affords me
People walking through me, people walking through me
They look like I'm a stranger but in the past they knew me
Most of the time I feel my body isn't mine
Like I'm looking at a screen of somebody else's life
On my morning walk I get beat by the sun
Looking at my feet instead of looking right in front
The people that I pass barely even notice
The same goes for me in this world that I'm alone in
My daily routine requires little thought
I live inside my head and I dream of what I want
I wonder who I am, my body or my mind
The left side of my brain is battling the right
I think of whether I should tell people how I feel
Or play it up to the point that it isn't real
My hands are machines, but they're starting to fall apart
And the weight I carry with me is wearing down my heart
And my knees are in pain every time I move
And my eyes get blurry when I look around the room
But my mind is better than ever
I need so many more to get the job done
The pressure that I feel to achieve what I want
Compounded with the fact my work has just begun
I tell myself that everything's against me
Ignoring the things that my identity affords me
People walking through me, people walking through me
They look like I'm a stranger but in the past they knew me
Most of the time I feel my body isn't mine
Like I'm looking at a screen of somebody else's life
On my morning walk I get beat by the sun
Looking at my feet instead of looking right in front
The people that I pass barely even notice
The same goes for me in this world that I'm alone in
My daily routine requires little thought
I live inside my head and I dream of what I want
I wonder who I am, my body or my mind
The left side of my brain is battling the right
I think of whether I should tell people how I feel
Or play it up to the point that it isn't real
My hands are machines, but they're starting to fall apart
And the weight I carry with me is wearing down my heart
And my knees are in pain every time I move
And my eyes get blurry when I look around the room
But my mind is better than ever
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Writer(s): Logan Blackard
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