I don't even know anymore
I don't even know anymore
I'm not coming
Tell the ferryman I'm staying
He gon' have to wait more years for me
Dead flowers at the side of the road
I stay in my head when I'm all alone
I'm captured by my conscience
They don't want me thinking too much
Maybe that's why they try to starve me
I hear voices in the dark after hours
Might be my other self or might be a ghost
I don't really think about it
They ask me if I can breathe
I replied softly with a"Hardly"
Mic on my chest, laying on the floor
Life beats me down
Way down, 'til I'm sore
And I'm going down further
Don't know when I will stop
But I pray and hope that it's shortly
