Buried Alive

I've been keeping track Keeping track of the days on my wall Until my lungs fail and my heart begins to stall Head full of dirt and old rotted dreams Unearth my roots and split me from my seams Sometimes I feel like I've been buried alive Left for dead something like six feet deep Crawling to the surface Gasping for air Slowly decomposing on the inside Food for worms, a dinner so rare Another rainy day Trapped inside my brain Feel like there's no escape Mind wrapped up in chains Trying to bleach these stains Can't help but suffocate I need to find my way I need to find my way I can't help but suffocate Sometimes I, sometimes I Sometimes I feel like I've been buried alive Left for dead something like six feet deep