I Do Not Want This
I'm losing groundYou know how this world can beat you downI'm made of clayI fear I'm the only one who thinks this wayI'm always falling down the same hillBamboo puncturing this skinAnd nothing comes bleeding out of me just like a waterfall I'm drowning inTwo feet below the surface I can still make out your wavy faceAnd if I could just reach you maybe I could leave this placeI do not want thisI do not want thisI do not want thisI do not want thisDon't you tell me how I feelDon't you tell me how I feelDon't you tell me how I feelYou don't know just how I feel
I stay inside my bedI have lived so many lives all in my headDon't tell me that you careThere really isn't anything, is there?You would know, wouldn’t you?You extend your hand to those who sufferTo those who know what it really feels likeTo those who've had a tasteLike that means somethingAnd oh so sick I amAnd maybe I don't have a choiceAnd maybe that is all I haveAnd maybe this is a cry for helpI do not want thisI do not want thisI do not want thisI do not want thisDon't you tell me how I feelDon't you tell me how I feelDon't you tell me how I feelYou don't know just how I feel
I want to know everythingI want to be everywhereI want to fuck everyone in the worldI want to do something that matters