Constantly awake
I'm paralyzed and dazed
I've been available for too long
Your
voice begins to fade
I analyze your face
Can't tell if something's wrong
Don't you feel the weight
upon your shoulders If I get on,
then I'll be gone
It's alright to fail, but no one told us
So I get on,
and I'll be gone
My room is spinning round I try to cry it out
But I
only hear high-pitched sounds There's a pressure on my chest
When I talk to my therapist I should be happy,
but I need to rest
Don't you feel the weight upon your shoulders If I get on,
then I'll be gone
It's alright to fail, but no one told us
So I get on
If I get on,
then I'll be gone
So it is gone
