Very Own (Interlude)

I feel lonely By my self I'm just loathing over my health Feeling as if i could see my help Slowly getting hung on the shelf I get outta bed just to see myself And my dampened emotions gravitating Toward the shorter road by the worn belt Broken buckles Rotten leather Figuring out if i could disappear or whether I could fly up to the sky With my very own state of mind I don't wanna die I just wanna fly I just want my mind To be my very own And sadly its running away dying