Can't shake this feeling, I can't outrun the stress.
Try not worry but it's crushing my chest.
I fight the thoughts but they never relent.
Tossing and turning, drenched in cold sweat.
Have I grown up or have I just come of age.
Sand through the hourglass, I'm counting my days.
Counting my days.
Hope for the best and prepare for the worst.
Grit my teeth as I brace for the hurt.
Pain has become a constant of life.
Suffer in silence.
Second nature is strife.
Grasping for clarity, gasping for air.
Pleading sincerely but nobody's there.
I dug a hole then I dove right in.
Buried in thoughts of what could have been.