I've been living for years in question, some obsession
Was I less to live with no answers as a life cried wolf
I'm ashamed to mention my anguish, but silence lies empty
If I say it again can I kill it?
Will you lend me your ears?
Breathe in, breathe out, exhale, acting, sweating
A broken smile will provide them their view
Projection is nothing new
Just once I'd like them to feel it, suffer in my skin
For a moment stand in my shoes, filled with swelling blues
If I say it again can I kill it? [x3]
'Cause I am sick of being sick
Listen and you'll find solace, they all know it
I'm drowning in narcissism, or is it self-loathing?
You've got it all in your head, boy. Psychosomatic.
They used to humor you now they pity you and nothing's changed
If I say it again can I kill it? [x3]
And they are sick of my complaining
And I am sick of being sick
Maybe these will cure you completely, chemicals, deeply
Saviors until you're dependent, don't let them go to your head
I'm ashamed to mention this anguish
Silence lies empty [x8]
Empty