Trauma Bond
Traitors
3:20I am not crazy, I am just a little fucked up We're all just a little fucked up Run it back so I have more time, Life is always passing by Something messing with me in my mind Where do I draw the line No one is a witness To what I feel inside Struggles inside of my head I need a new brain, Because this one wants me dead There is nothing that can turn around, Change around this situation I don't understand which way my brain is going Which direction I'm at a loss for words My bones and muscles hurt Vision starts to blur and I lose myself inside I might as well fucking die On the borderline So many voices, So little time I can feel it bind Restricting my ability Creating this reality Anguish to my displeasure I feel it everyday I feel the weight