Can't see a future better than my past
Trying my best, but only see my worst
Don't allow myself to speak or feel
'Bout how proud I am, how much I've healed
Running toward something I can reach
Aiming high but still falling so deep
Acting tough, but feeling weak
I'm a paradox of defeat

I'm losing grip
From all this filth I'm fighting
Tough to exist
The mud is pulling me in
Like ebb and flow I fight
Manic states, depressive nights alone
Losing grip
The more I move, the lower I sink
The more I move, the lower I sink
The more I move, the lower I—

Reaching milestones I don't think I deserve
Worked hard, but I feel so upset
My doubt took everyone around me down
(My insufficiency has overflown)
The roots of my mind are pretty clear
I am only a result of all my fears
I wish I could just cut it out
(But the faith in me just can't be found)

I'm losing grip
From all this filth I'm fighting
Tough to exist
The mud is pulling me in
Like ebb and flow I fight
Manic states, depressive nights alone
Losing grip
The more I move, the lower I

Sink, sink
Can I for once just see the light?

Tried to pull myself out
But it keeps taking me down
My hands are stuck in too deep
As above disappears

I'm losing grip
From all this mess I'm fighting
Tough to exist
The mud is pulling me in
Like ebb and flow I fight
Manic states, depressive nights alone
Losing grip
The more I move, the lower I sink
The more I move, the lower I sink
The more I move, the lower I sink