I do not this

I´m losing ground
You know how this world can beat you down
I´m made of clay
I fear i´m the only one who thinks this way
I´m always falling down the same hill
Bamboo puncturing this skin
And nothing comes bleeding out of me just like a waterfall i´m drowning in
2 feet below the surface i can still make out your wavy face
And if i could just reach you maybe i could leave this place
I do not want this
I do not want this
I do not want this
I do not want this
Don´t you tell me how i feel
Don´t you tell me how i feel
Don´t you tell me how i feel
You don´t know just how i feel
I stay inside my bed
I have lived so many lives all in my head
Don´t tell me that you care
There really isn´t anything, is there?
You would know, wouldn´t you?
You extend your hand to those who suffer
To those who know what it really feels like
To those who´ve had a taste
Like that means something
And oh so sick i am
And maybe i don´t have a choice
And maybe that is all i have
And maybe this is a cry for help
I do not want this
I do not want this
I do not want this
I do not want this
Don´t you tell me how i feel
Don´t you tell me how i feel
Don´t you tell me how i feel
You don´t know just how i feel

I want to know everything
I want to be everywhere
I want to fuck everyone in the world
I want to do something that matters