Текст песни The Mess I'm In

Falling down a hole And pretending that I'm in control Make it like I'm flying Soaring into parts unknown Coming down like dead weight Trying hard to feel alive Head above the water Struggling against the tide Friday I was thirteen Saturday I'm buried Underneath the beating Burden that I carried Everything was torn apart Right from the start Right from the start Sunday I revive And keep up the decline Monday I arrive And then I realize That everything was torn apart Right from the start Right from the start oh, yeah right from the start Walking in a tightrope Trying hard to miss the ground Denial is my balance I wear it like a worn out crown Walking up in shambles Never going back to sleep Whatever I have left Is something that I aim to keep