And I'm on the limit of breakdown

har ingen aning om vad jag gör längre eller varför den jävla flickan sitter på bänken utanför fönstret varje kväll så fort de blir mörkt?!
Okej.
note to me:
Ta't lungt och sluta hitta sätt att göra illa och var rädd om hjärncellerna de gillar inte att jag bankar huvudet i saker!

She feels lost in her own life
Treading water just to keep from slipping under
And she wonders if she's where she's supposed to be
Tired of trying to do it right
Her dreams are just too far away to see how steps she's making
Might be taking her to who she'll be
She feels locked in her own life
Scared of what she might lose if she moves away from who she was
And she's afraid of being free
There's a way she knows is right
She can't feel the things she knows
And here where the night is darkest black