I'm losing ground Well you know how this world can beat you down And I'm made of clay I fear i'm the only one who thinks this way I'm always falling down the same hill Bamboo puncturing the skin and nothing comes bleeding out of me Just like a waterfall i'm drowning in 2 feet below the surface I can still make out your wavy face And if I could just reach you maybe I could leave this place I do not want this I do not want this I do not want this I do not want this Don't you tell me how I feel Don't you tell me how I feel Don't you tell me how I feel You don't know just how I feel I stay inside my bed I have lived so many lives all in my head Don't tell me that you care There really isn't anything, is there? You would know, wouldn't you? You extend your hand to those who suffer To those who know what it really feels like To those who've had a taste Like that means something And oh so sick I am And maybe I don't have a choice And maybe that is all I have And maybe this is a cry for help I do not want this I do not want this I do not want this I do not want this Don't you tell me how I feel Don't you tell me how I feel Don't you tell me how I feel You don't know just how I feel I want to know everything I want to be everywhere I want to fuck everyone in the world I want to do something that matters