Trauma

Sometimes I see myself
Walking by and between the walls
Day by day I don't know
Yesterday is tomorrow

Right when I was standing up
Feeling that air of hope
Punches tumbles madness
Pulled my hand into the well

Trying to keep up the looks of a normal guy
Finding ways to live to survive

The ceiling is spinning, losing ground
Thinking about going out
Anger is in my soul
Anger is

I know they call me a freak
The future is underneath
I accept it and I give up
I accept

Trying to keep up the looks of a normal guy
Finding ways to live to survive