Babylon Ben [2016]

I'll tell you I'm okay To live a bit longer The clouds are the same grey As the smoke that fills this room That I breathe in to forget The pills that made me a disaster To free my mind of regret To convince myself I'll get better I wished harm on my head I wanna feel what you felt I lay high in my bed With the cards I was dealt But I'd rather hurt in truth Than be drifting off in fiction I wrote these words to get me through And convince myself I'll get better (I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me (I won't just be) fixed to self deceive (I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me (I won't just be) fixed to self deceive How can I fix what I can't touch? It's cold and unfair but life is such How can I cope with what's not there? It leaves me rewired but not repaired (I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me (I won't just be) fixed to self deceive (I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me (I won't just be) fixed to self deceive (I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me (I won't just be) fixed to self deceive