SICK

I think I'm gonna be sick I spread my thoughts too thin Now I'm crawling out of my skin And it feels like I can't crawl back in I think that I'm gonna be sick

Tightly gripping to the fear I become an ugly creature Being present, feels so foreign I'm barely here sometimes Slowly slipping, sinking deeper On my way to meet the reaper Heaven, hell, I don't want either I'm barely here sometimes, I'm barely here

I think I'm gonna be sick I spread my thoughts too thin Now I'm crawling out of my skin And it feels like I can't crawl back in I think that I'm gonna be sick

I'd rather be anywhere else Than stuck in my fucking head I thought I could climb out But I just wound up digging this hole instead Ignore whatever I said Talking to myself again I can't be alone with my thoughts I'd rather be fucking dead

Don't leave me alone with my thoughts I would rather be dead

I think I'm gonna be sick I spread my thoughts too thin Now I'm crawling out of my skin And it feels like I can't crawl back in I think that I'm gonna be sick

I think I'm gonna be sick

Mommy Mommy I frowed up

I think I'm gonna be sick Kill me now motherfucker I think I'm gonna be sick