VICTIM OF LOVE

doing all the things you wanna do
must be nice when it's up to you
i wish that i, i could feel it too
but i'll just sink into the floor till i pass through

when can i get out, and will i even move?
are my bones contorting, stuck until they fuse?
my mind is aching to take a step ahead
it's half past noon and i'm still
still stuck in my bed

i can't see
with all this fog in front of me
it's in my veins,
my brain and in my arteries
i can't lift
myself up from the ground this time
not when i know i'll be
falling back down harder

don't try to hold me
don't try to tell me this is good
i don't wanna rot,
and i swear that i'd be different if i could
(you could)
too bad
(so sad)

it's funny when you are the
victim of love