i'm losing ground
you know how this world can beat you down
i'm made of clay
i fear i'm the only one who thinks this way

i'm always falling down the same hill
bamboo puncturing the skin
and nothing comes bleeding out of me just like the waterfall i'm drowning in
two feet below the surface i can still make out your wavy face
and if i could just reach you maybe i could leave this place

i do not want this
i do not want this
i do not want this
i do not want this
don't you tell me how i feel
don't you tell me how i feel
don't you tell me how i feel
you don't know just how i feel

i stay inside my bed
i have live so many lives all in my head
don't tell me that you care
there really isn't anything now is there

you would know wouldn't you
you extend your hand to those who suffer
to those who know what it really feels like
to those who've had a chance
like that means something
and oh so sick i am
and maybe i don't have a choice
and maybe that is all i have
and maybe this is a cry for help

i do not want this
i do not want this
i do not want this
i do not want this
don't you tell me how i feel
don't you tell me how i feel
don't you tell me how i feel
you don't know just how i feel

i want to know everything
i want to be everywhere
i want to fuck everyone in the world
i want to do something that matters