I hate on feeling like I don't have a choice
Betrayed by my own limbs, to a point
I hate to know, I can't do it anymore
What's the point? To just get off

It all looks simpler from above, the trees are small and the water's rough
I keep on feeling like I don't belong, it's not easy
On a vacation from my brain, the trees are small I contemplate
I keep on feeling close to my death, it's not easy

Finger twirling, on my chest
Put all the wrinkles, to rest
I hate to know I can't do it anymore
What's the point? To just get off

It all looks simpler from above, the trees are small and the water's rough
I keep on feeling like I don't belong, it's not easy
On a vacation from my brain, the trees are small I contemplate
I keep on feeling close to my death, it's not easy