Falling Down

It's gonna catch me
You can see I'm running away with nothing to say
They all just want something to play with
I hate this fear in my soul as it grows cold
I'm on the run with no gun, it ain't fun
What do I do? This superglue stuff is on my skin
Feel like I'm stuck to the past and it's burning within
My mind can't find a sign or something to hide in
Like I'm trying to find guys with one thing to ride with
Confide with my own mind, I got to get out
These guys are relentless, they even shot at a scout
I wanted to shout right out loud, just for some help
In hopes that I wont mope so I just trust this one well
I want to rebel against society and to those eyeing me
I was always the good guy, now I'm the one dying, see?
This is how I live with just one life and one soul
I know its untold, I continue to run though

Chorus:
What's wrong, I aint feeling great
And with this one song, I will deal it straight
And everyone's lost
I don’t know what I'm doing
I feel like everything is falling down
Should I run from it Or battle it off?
Am I done running am I battling strong?
I'm just so lost
And aint no one knowing What I'm going over
Like my soul just don't work

Now it's creeping up, and I can feel my eyes bleed
Excessive speed I need, I've seen you try greed with me
It didn't work, it hurt, I get alert
Cause I can hear the screams from behind, my head hurts
They network seemingly around me and only me
It seems every corner than I turn
They're holding three big axes, Knives with shotguns and some blades
They only come out at night, they hate the sunrays
It burns their skin through and they can't face the mirror
I hope that they use the gun because I hate the spear
The pain goes through my brain and it sends some shockwaves
I wait for this to end, my fait just got slaved
I see them focussing in while they're pointing right at me
Conversing with each other cause they're going to stab me
One'll get at me, others will join in happy
Killing me, bludgeon me and then I'm flowing in that creek

Chorus

That's it, it's over, seemed to reach a dead end
Brick wall with creeping big shadows, too late to mend ends
It's time to turn around and face the enemy
I know what the problem was; you just hate the jealousy
That you feel in your heart when you stare at the rest of the world
People happy, people smile, while you're stressed with some girls
And dogs, and money, and everything in between
Thought you was strong enough to cope but many things just get mean
The enemy in question that you ask is really myself
Running away from me seems to be the only way out
I'm really the one who really can't stand to look in the mirror
Or go out during the day where people can see me clear
This is a metaphor for all my hate and self loathing
I will never get a whore for my fait or wealth clothing
Nothing's good, I ruined all sections of my health
I turn around from the wall and face the reflection of myself