It doesn't matter which state I'm in
The thoughts, I'm starting to come to terms with the fact they'll never stop

But now...

Why does it feel so peaceful?

Is it the chemicals in my body?
Is it convincing me that it will all be peaceful?

Why can't I turn away from it?
It's luring me in, bit by bit

I try to persuade myself that it isn't the answer
But the endless ringing in my head,
The hidden sadness underneath
It holds, and sings to me in a hushed tone

And slowly, I catch myself falling asleep in it's grasp.

I'm sorry, I couldn't help it
I'm sorry, I can't help it.