Trauma کے بول

Sometimes I see myself Walking by and between the walls Day by day I don't know Yesterday is tomorrow Right when I was standing up Feeling that air of hope Punches tumbles madness Pulled my hand into the well Trying to keep up the looks of a normal guy Finding ways to live to survive The ceiling is spinning, losing ground Thinking about going out Anger is in my soul Anger is I know they call me a freak The future is underneath I accept it and I give up I accept Trying to keep up the looks of a normal guy Finding ways to live to survive