Cyclone - Guilt Trip

I dealt with everything I felt on my own

My blood is thin, my head is a cyclone

I’m left holding onto thinning strings

I’m gone with the fucking wind

I see more of the floor than anyone I care for

Stuck on the same page

Every second, every minute I’m awake I wish I wasn’t

The weight of the world crushes through my rib cage

I don’t wanna feel like this

Wish I could be the me I see when I dream

But I can’t fall asleep

I’m not proud of the man I’ve become

I poison the soil that I walk on

Hold my head above the surface but it’s too deep

It’s no wondr I can’t go to sleep

What’s the point when evrything’s wrong

I poison the soil that I walk on

I’m left holding onto thinning strings

I’m gone with the fucking wind