i'm losing my state of mind,
maybe hoping was the worst thing i did.
i'm losing the purpose in life,
maybe longing is actually a sin.
the air around me is free
but when did it get so heavy?
a piece of cake is given to me
but i can't accept it.
what should i do to avoid it?
now i think i'm addicted.
if the smoke around me fill my lungs
it feels like the world's just ended.
and my girl doesn't know me
i've changed too much in a year.
am i being paranoid or high?
in my stomach was left a knife.
i'd throw it away and run to you,
never talk about what i've been through.
