I Do Not Want This

I'm
Losing ground
Well you know how this world can beat you down
And I'm
Made of clay
I fear I'm the only one who thinks this way

[Spoken words]
I'm always falling down the same hill, bamboo puncturing the skin, and nothing comes bleeding out of me, just like a 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

And I
Stay inside my bed
I have lived so many lives all in my head
And don't
Tell me that you care
There really isn't anything now
Is there?

[Spoken Words]
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 taste, 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 x3

I want to know everything
I want to be everywhere
I want to fuck everyone in the world
I want to do something