i lost my mind :0

You light a cigarette and sit at your desk

Im always tripping over something they don't know i'm a mess

I hate the fact that I can only fall asleep on my chest

And I would try to save us both but I would run out of breath

And i'm pacing back and forth I hate my bad decisions

Just talked to the devil about the way that I been living

He said i'm sorry that you feel this way

You keep on talking to the sky what else can god say

But what about a little break or two that I really need

It doesn't feel like I been breaking through like they all see

I cant stand a single sight of me inside of the mirror