Breathing کے بول

This room is eating me alive And I can’t escape the glances from my lifeless family hanging on the walls. They sit there and stare, gently trap me in my tomb. I’m stuck inside my head; I’m buried in my room. I’m buried in my room. I feel so out of breath from breathing you in too deep. I’ll lay down in my bed but sleep evades me. I’m trapped inside my head, and you’re my only curse. This breathing makes it worse.