Unwell

I'm so worried to be alone
And it's too late to drive you home
I'm awake in my miserable dream
And it won't let go of me
And it won't let go of me
I'm so worried to be alive
But I wake in my miserable mind
'Cause they think that I'm starting to tell
That I'm hurting and twirling and drifting away
To the arena of the unwell
Can you tell?
Can you tell
I'm so unwell?
I'm so worried to be myself
In the age of the personal hell
But I know that I'm doing it right
When I'm screaming I'm nothing, I'm drifting away
And I'm losing my goddamn mind
Can you see?
Can you see?
Please, don't help me