Sprawled out across the floor. 

Not collecting dust anymore. 

Define me a parasite. Define my host. 

Trapped beneath the floor. 

I slowly waste away. 

Now I pull my frail body into the chair. 

And look me in the face. 

Oh, disappointments, so disappointing. 

This may be my last one. 

Its gonna be good and hard. 

It might be a touch out of key. 



When this thing breaks. I will be you, you will be me. 

Im afraid that this is really happening. 

Lets hope this is short lived and riddled with dizzy



Oh, God the noise! Is ringing in my ear. 

Its so unclear. I hear them talking. 

But cant make out the words. 

Speak up. Speak clear. 



God, where have I been. 

Im terrible company. With zero apologies. 



While I sink to the bottom. 

Ill sing out as it fills with water. 

I hope Ive done enough. 



Im worn out. 

Im worn thin. 

I will never break through. 

Let me out.