SICK

I think I'm gonna be sick
I spread my thoughts too thin
Now I'm crawling out of my skin
And it feels like I can't crawl back in
I think that I'm gonna be sick

Tightly gripping to the fear
I become an ugly creature
Being present, feels so foreign
I'm barely here sometimes
Slowly slipping, sinking deeper
On my way to meet the reaper
Heaven, hell, I don't want either
I'm barely here sometimes, I'm barely here

I think I'm gonna be sick
I spread my thoughts too thin
Now I'm crawling out of my skin
And it feels like I can't crawl back in
I think that I'm gonna be sick

I'd rather be anywhere else
Than stuck in my fucking head
I thought I could climb out
But I just wound up digging this hole instead
Ignore whatever I said
Talking to myself again
I can't be alone with my thoughts
I'd rather be fucking dead

Don't leave me alone with my thoughts
I would rather be dead

I think I'm gonna be sick
I spread my thoughts too thin
Now I'm crawling out of my skin
And it feels like I can't crawl back in
I think that I'm gonna be sick

I think I'm gonna be sick

Mommy
Mommy
I frowed up

I think I'm gonna be sick
Kill me now motherfucker
I think I'm gonna be sick