Where did my inspiration go?
Is it too hard to show?
In a corner of some random street
Being used by someone just like me

I've been walking around
Trying to figure it out
How can I feel so wrong
For so long

I guess I've missed the point
Or the same wasn't here before

I'm thinking too much
Too much
My mind is fading away
And I'm always on a rush
I'm getting toxic
Genocidal
And I've been feeling so sick
In my own denial

Bring me something to breathe in
And try to make me spin
On and on at the same old place
There's time in this world that I can't waste

And just let it go
I'm trying to let it go
But my mind sticks just like glue
And that's why I feel so blue

I guess I've missed the point
Or the same wasn't here before

I'm thinking too much
Too much
My mind is fading away
And I'm always on a rush
I'm getting toxic
Genocidal
And I've been feeling so sick
In my own denial

Everytime that I sit down and I try to do something
Anything, my mind just turns into some kind of a bullet train
Going faster and faster as I breathe
And then I get filled up with all these thoughts
Just melting my own brain, repeating to myself
You need to be perfect, you need to stay perfect
You need to look perfect
But I guess, that's the thing about trying to be perfect, you know?
Sometimes, you just cannot