Prelude to a Breakdown

I don't think I can I'm having trouble I can't Please Where's my Ativan? Where's my asthma pump? Oh my god, I can't breathe Vision is going quick Thoughts already gone dark Evil has made its mark and F*ck a new therapist I'm already so pissed They've never handled it well This is a prelude to a breakdown Let me break it down for you My body's ready to call it quits Having fits of grandeur I'm fighting for my life Holding the knife That could put it to rest I'm suffocating Room's rotating And I wish that it all could stop