A still tide An empty river A broken clock on the wall so torn so withered Create a space away from reality Where I can truly be myself or Stay caged in this place of apathy Where my agony is shelved Trapped in a still existence The echoed thoughts I left behind Inconsistency is killing me Your misery is mine Is this the final time Open eyes gaze on a burning mind I'm staggering towards A broken world and crippling mental health I need a way to find The light at the end of the tunnel But I am trapped inside No place to hide I need a saving grace to guide my mind In a still existence The echoed thoughts I left behind Inconsistency is killing me Your misery is mine All alone without an echo or a guiding light So alone existing here is killing me Is this the final time I'm staggering towards A still existence Trapped in a still existence The echoed thoughts I left behind Inconsistency is killing me Your misery is mine Your misery Your misery is mine