i said i'm puking from anxiety, the vomit water spray my face
wow, i'm still amazed about the state of things
the clock move slower in the AM, praying that the day would change
while still hoping things remain the same
my mama said don't hide up in my room all day and we can talk about it
it's better than me tryna walk around it
and it's astounding, i feel like i’m a bile fountain
that amounts in more mileage than a car that keeps rerouting
i don't want to be awake, but having nightmares about it still
a whole day is how an hour feel
i cower fear away because i feel a weakness spilling how i feel
it took a bit, but see it mirror clear
my chest has tremors from it, want to hit the peak but i ain't reach the summit
spent too much throughout the week shaking and grieving from it
need discussion, avoid it, instead i put emotions into words and then record it, never distorted
i'm straightforward, but that's what gets me into trouble most
i stumble into ice and feel i'm falling in and out of moats
just know i’m sorry for my callous quotes
but i've said too much tryna recover this time, and i know how that goes

insomniatic walking mat
and if you really wanna find me, take a look at the ground where people stomping at
advantage is my modus operandi, in the meantime
i see my deterioration, and only leak eyes
i gotta lotta unsolved inner monologues
so i let my pills dissolve, and klonopin feels like a tylenol
i'm sleeping on the floor again, i hope there isn't more of this
the last time that i did this, i was tormented through lauren's shit
my paranoia's flourished more since days that i was born with it
and ever since have spent days settling scores with scorn and shit
disjointed all the thorns out my core side and my orifices
and still fight everyday inside my mind in bloody tournaments
i guess i'm headed to the scorcher then
tryna fight my trauma from the past turns to abhorrent, man
my cortex feeling porous, pouring skeletons out
of my unhinged closet, i need to figure this out, and now

he estado aquí varias veces
no es mi lugar favorito
odio tanto que sin darme cuenta regrese
y no puedo hacer nada más que hacerme chiquito
sabes, esto hace parte de mí
casi todo, siento honesto
pero no es tan lindo aquí
si lo fuera, sería menos, lo que lo detesto

[english translation:]

i've been here a lot of times
it's not my favorite place
i hate (so much) the fact that, without realizing it, i come back
and i can't do anything but make myself little
you know, this is part of me
almost all of me, being honest
but it's not so pretty here
if it were, i would despise it less