Around and around I go, where I stop I don't know.

The life I live sends me into a tizzy, and I won't stop because I'm dizzy.

'Why must you act this way?' you say. Well, it's to keep me sane.

If I stop, my heart will shatter. The pain shaking me like a rattle.

A life lived in constant fear; I'm clinging desperately to things so dear.

If I stop fighting the broken body I possess, it's not worth much dead, no more, just less.

Every scratch my skin flaunts is like a taunt.
'You're not healthy, beautiful, or smart.'

So instead I throw myself into work. Maybe if i focus, there'd be no evil smirk.

All the voices I hear will cower in fear, at the thing I've become.
But is it worth it? Losing family and friends as I am no longer near.

Any chance I had to feel the light, to spread my wings and let hope take flight, all of it, everything is gone as my work becomes obsession, and my obsession becomes my death.

But if I take a different path, maybe I'll find a different end. Confront the problem, stop the work, keep the friends.

Finally the sunlight brushes my face. The happiness in my life can't be contained in small space.

One two three, from the voices I'm finally free