Don't think I can take six more weeks of winter
The longer I wait the more I splinter
Is there a diagnosis for feeling hopeless
Else I'm crying for nothing
I'm underwater can anybody tell
I need something to take my mind off itself
Don't make me say it
I need help
Don't think I can take the repetition
A few more days and my knees might give in
And I'm not built for these winds
They seem to penetrate through my skin
I'm paper thin
How am I always forgetting something
When I got nothing going on
And in spite of everything I've done
I still can't find air that fills my lungs
I'd travel far and wide
To find some peace of mind
But I can't move my legs
I'm scared I'm becoming petrified
So I'll lay here motionless
'Till someone comes and lifts me up
I'm stuck
I'm stuck
