I feel like I’m old
I feel like an invalid
I feel like I’m sick
In a casket so close the lid
I feel like I’m done
I feel like it’s over now
I feel but I’m numb
Curtain falls as I take a bow and now
Substance races through my veins
Angels try to soothe me pains
Chorus*
High sensitivity
I wake up with my head still aching/ I laugh my self respect is flaking
High sensitivity
I’m drugged from all the pills I’m taking/ I hate all the mistakes I’m taking
I don’t know my name
I don’t know if I can make it
I don’t feel the same
My brain is dead and I cannot wake it
I don’t wanna run
I don’t have a place to run to
I don’t see the sun
I don’t understand what I must do
Chorus*
My money’s running out
My shoes are wearing thin
Each day I break my back
To end where I begin
A razor full of blood is dragged across the sky
But I don’t think I really want to die
Chorus*
