Woke up in pain

the feeling a fire gets in pouring rain

left lonely and only inches from being cold

try to contain the fire that will take over the brain

I can't take that kind of tone

suffocating

my head in a bag, soon won't feel a thing

this an omen or maybe just a stupid dream

call it deranged and just bury me and ignore the screams

you call a grave what I call home

i've been so high

at least the last couple of weekends

good times gone dry

needing to hear the voice from a friend

I say I won't drift closer and closer to the deep end

I keep it close, deep in my head

so you don't see that i'm scared