I'm    Losing ground    Well you know how this world can beat you down    And I'm    Made of clay    I fear I'm the only one who thinks this way       [Spoken words]   I'm always falling down the same hill, bamboo puncturing the skin, and nothing comes bleeding out of me, just like a waterfall I'm    drowning in. Two feet below the surface I can still make out your wavy face, and if I could just reach you maybe I could leave this place.      I do not want this    I do not want this    I do not want this I do not want this       Don't you tell me how I feel    Don't you tell me how I feel    Don't you tell me how I feel    You don't know just how I feel       And I    Stay inside my bed    I have lived so many lives all in my head    And don't    Tell me that you care    There really isn't anything now    Is there?      [Spoken Words]   You would know, wouldn't you? You extend your hand to those who suffer, to those who know what it really feels like, to those who've had a taste, like that means something. And oh so sick I am. And maybe I don't have a choice, and maybe that is all I have, and maybe this is a cry for help.      I do not want this    I do not want this    I do not want this    I do not want this       Don't you tell me how I feel    Don't you tell me how I feel    Don't you tell me how I feel    You don't know just how I feel       I want to know everything    I want to be everywhere    I want to fuck everyone in the world    I want to do something that matters x3      I want to know everything    I want to be everywhere    I want to fuck everyone in the world    I want to do something