I’m on the verge of collapse
I’m on the brink of disaster
And I’m far more lost than I want to admit

I’m at the end of my rope
I’m on the edge of a breakdown
And no matter how tightly I hold on, I still slip

And you’re watching me die
Right in front of your eyes
And if you turned your back on me
I wouldn’t be surprised

There’s no new story to tell
It’s every man for himself
As brick by brick
We construct our own personal hell

I’m running out of time
I’m running short of options
And the desperation is chewing me up inside

I’ve got nowhere to go
I’ve got no one to turn to
Just accelerating, inescapable decline