G O I N G U N D E R

Would you believe me if i told you I'm drowning?
That every breath I take hurts my chest?
That the face you see is but a mask?

What if I told you I am not actually living?
That the death is better than the rest?
That I dream about the color of my casket?
A dreamy blue,
So others will remember my sadness.

What if I told you nothing is real?
That the perfection we envision is but a lie?
That the expectations we have are so little?

What if I told YOU that I'm going under?
That I'm always drowning?
That I'm not actually living?
And that nothing is real.
Please look below the dark shadows,

'Cause, dear, I'm going under:')