Woke up in pain
the feeling a fire gets in pouring rain
left lonely and only inches from being cold
try to contain the fire that will take over the brain
i can't take that kind of tone
suffocating
my head in a bag, soon won't feel a thing
this an omen or maybe just a stupid dream
call it deranged and just bury me and ignore the screams
you call a grave what i call home
i've been so high
at least the last couple of weekends
good times gone dry
needing to hear the voice from a friend
i say i won't drift closer and closer to the deep end
i keep it close, deep in my head
so you don't see that i'm scared