I'm torn between the obsessive and reality 

Being heard but not listened to breaks me down again 

The world passes by and yet it all remains the same 

But what gives you the right to shame yourself and try to break us down hey 

Outburst after outburst leads me to believe that this will last forever 

You may as well bury me alive 

There's nothing here for me 

Lack of security within yourself generates this depression 

Another name for dormant strength 

I'll take to you like blood to the heart if you listen to what I have to say