Can You Hear Me

Screaming my problems out loud, can you even hear me

I scream but I can't make a sound, my eyes get red, they're tearing

Come and watch me die slow, I know she won't hear this

Watch me as my eyes get low, goodbye and good riddance

Pessimist like kurtains, but I swear I'm in denial

Weed inside my left hand and the pills inside my right hand, I'ma die slow

And I'll really tell you that I'm fine, though

When I'm really not, I've just been hanging on a tightrope

Hanging on a tightrope, thinking that I might blow

You're inside my life, but in reality it's my show

Stuck inside my head, so I'ma turn it to a light show