I don't wanna talk
To people anymore
While I'm staring
At the ceiling
Gonna sit myself
inside And lock
the door New wave
of modern freedom
I'm sick of
wallowing In
my frustration
Getting up
falling down Now
I'm choking on
the condensation
Now I'm safe
underground
I don't wanna go
To places anymore
That overload my
senses Sick of
hearing people say
I'll be alright
Sympathetic glances
I'm sick of
wallowing In
my frustration
Getting up
falling down
Couldn't give
you an explanation
No second chance today
You're gonna have
to choose It's a
right or wrong
direction
But I don't wanna
Leave it to natural
selection I
feel like I'm
drowning Can't
go back losing
hold my
breath forever
You're gonna have
to choose It's a
right or wrong
direction
But I don't wanna
Leave it to natural
selection I
feel like I'm
drowning Can't
go back losing
hold my
(hold)