What can go wrong?

All the questions marks turn over
Start pointing fingers at me

Their hooks grab me by the neck
I can't breathe

Doubt and failure is all I see
Do you follow me?

Of course you don't
There's only room in this tunnel for one

Living life with my brain is the farthest from fun 
Wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy, son

Some days are easier, they're smooth sailing
Busy days, sleepless nights, leave my heart wailing

I hate waking up on the wrong side of the bed
I count the hours till the pillow can once again grace my head

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