Untreated Ego's - DC
Where is my time?
When I'm drowning, and I can't breathe at all.
Nobody seems me struggling.
As I'm still sinking without merit.
I wanna be okay again.
I wanna be able to be normal.
And not be the face of a true crime commercial.
I've seen others hurting but nobody seems to understand my worry.
My pain is uncontrollable.
While life becomes a parable: almost unlivable.
I'm locked into this endless struggle.
My life a strife, forever trapped in a bubble.
I don't know why can save me -
As this is probably gonna be how I die.
But what a heck of a life I would've lived.
Born a kid and die as a privilege.
Nobody sees it.
They all say it supposed to be better.
So why am I not healed.
Where is my consolation.
Why isn't it here.
Here for my survival.
There outta' be trophies for my revival.
Every bit a low percentage death sentence.
But everyone's so diluted, my death would be the only wake up call.
And how far I'd have to fall -
For them to listen to my burdens.
Even if it didn't physically hurt them.
