Wasting Away

I'm wasting away
Away, away

Yeah, I don't know why I am the way I am
I'd change if I could, but I probably can't
I'm sick of the depression that I constantly feel
I'm under the pressure, the pain is too real
I'm sick of trying to numb the pain within me
I'm tired of asking, "If God's real, then where is he?"
I feel life around my neck as it tries to consume me
I think to myself that I'm barely breathing

God, get me out of my head

Yeah, I'm wasting away inside of my head
Don't know why it is, but I'm probably dead
It's 2pm and I'm already drinking
I'm always trapped in my head and constantly thinking
That if this is the way that I'm meant to feel
Then why do I feel like that I am barely real?
I'm sick of the depression that I constantly feel
I'm under the pressure, the pain is too real

I'm sick of trying to numb the pain within me
I'm tired of asking, "If God's real, then where is he?"
Fact is I've never been good at handling my issues
But I'm stuck and my condition continues
I don't know if there's hope for me, but I hope that there is
There's gotta be more to life than this
But I'm sick of the depression that I constantly feel
And I'm under the pressure and the pain is too real