Trapped and tied up in a body tired and torn,
Worries wrapping till they're impossible to ignore...
Didn't I cease to exist before I was born?
What's wrong if I wish to disappear once more?

Weaving strings knotted with loss and sadness,
I must fight my own weakness...

Tethering my thoughts so morbid, they mustn't leak,
I'm happy, I'm happy, that's all I seek,
I'm okay, I'm okay, so why does life seem so...