• Something super natural is pressed deep inside my brain,
    I swear it's not paranoia and I promise I'm not going insane,
    But why should I be compressed to a wall holding myself in a ball,
    Because I'm depressed and there's something in my head exploiting it all,

    It's creating a force to keep my head stuck to my pillow,
    My limbs sink down like a willow,
    and my eyes are so sunk inside my soul I'm blinded,
    these painful feelings are making me painful minded,

    My expression comes out angry when I meant to be calm,
    Thoughts supposed to run clearly yet I forgot the back of my palm,
    It's a drag race most literally racing dragging a weight on,
    I thought my life was here but my spirit has left and gone,

    So who am I without a brain, spirit, and heart?
    It's simple that I am a ragdoll you need to be far apart,
    An emotion wreck and a stressful disaster,
    Sin of this life has swiftly become my master.