Mad All The Time کے بول

I struggle in most of my songs About how deep to get But before I can make up my mind I'm at the bottom of the deep end out of breath I'm tired all the time I'm cutting my own line Writers block has building blocks And built these walls around me I don't feel lucky in here Buried in my head I'm seeing red and nothing else I feel Mad all the time Mad all the time Mad all the time Mad all the time I'm afraid of heights But I'm done with this place So I want to go up Until we run out of space I feel like I expired in Houston last year Watching my friends finish college While I'm all alone out here I'm tired all the time I'm cutting my own line My sneezing fits Will never let me focus My brains and my hands Entirely both know this I feel most safe in my bedroom Climbing the walls of my headroom So keep out of my room because I think I've seen enough of you today