Unwell کے بول

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 Lie awake in my miserable mind 'Cause I think that I'm starting to tell That I'm hurling, I'm twirling I'm drifting away into 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 gnawing I'm drifting away and I'm losing my goddamn mind Can you tell? Can you see? Please, God, help me