The Things I Bury | Anjellalo

one day I'm gonna wake up wake up and scream I gotta find, gotta find antidotes to my mind I I try, to find my mind (...my mind) when will i when will when will i wake myself alive I often cry don't wanna die and anxiety sometimes suffocates my. mind. I ain't. aint. I ain't shit. I'm a blip im a mishap, a slip I don't know why I even exist, the sky is mist, the point is missed, and I'm not shit- it - it it - it go cry go cry cry cry, I'm done with my lies I'm full of potential that's wasted on someone's who's depressed, don't know left or right do- do - don't know left or right I, am strange. I I am strange, kinda odd and lame I am, unimpressive and it's a shame gotta wake up, that same every day. I lay i lay i lay just tell me, that I'm alright, that it's alright, and okay, and sane, and should be able to feel this way without your incessant bad input that brings me down on days when I'm okay. alive, should I, live as though I'm alive? alive, alive. alive alive alive I'm alive. gotta start acting like it, wake... wake up. I've got a live to live, a mind to give, a voice to say the things I bury