There has been something prowling around in my head,
Preying down on my thoughts.
I try to hide it away from your face,
Hoping that for once from your care I can escape
Yet there is a torturing feeling inside of me,
Feeding on my pain and laughing straight at me
Im stuck on my tracks and unable to move,
I cant think and I can hardly breathe too.
I want it to get out of my head,
Its controlling every part of me
Im its slave
thats how it was meant to be
Ill never be saved
I hope for you not to see me this way,
For it gets even harder every passing day.
I hold it in though, and so far Im still holding on,
But fearfully I believe after a few days I might be gone