I want to write a song But I don't know how to express myself in the middle of the night I'm on the middle of the night, having a panic attack I like to think about But I hate the thoughts They consuming my soul And I'm too tired to fight You say I need to win But you make [?] so easy I feel a disadvantage, as if my hands were tied Can you hear my silence scream? It's seem so loud For you to hear my silence scream, you need to care about Care about something and less yourself I didn't ask that hard Think about everything just going down Think about me laying on my knees All my tears in open bottles Feeling this sea of despair I've been holding my breath Lungs filling with water made of glass