Waves of every emotion crashing down around me.
I'm a prisoner, there's no escaping.

Panic sets in and it's hard to breath..
My lack of self control, my heart beating so rapidly.

It seems I'm in a constant war with myself.
Locked inside a padded room, my own personal Hell.

Do I love to hate me?
Or do I just hate to love me?

Do I live in the pretending?
Or has the pretending become me?

Some days it's like I don't even hear the music..
Some days it scares me that I can't understand the lyrics.