Falling Apart

I'm captured in my head, I'm laying in my bed I'm counting my sorrows and thinking what I said I'm falling apart, falling apart I'm captured in my head, I'm laying in my bed I'm counting my sorrows and thinking what I said I'm falling apart, falling apart I guess I'm all in my head, I'm overthinking about any of the things that I've read Between anxiety I'm lost with the thoughts that I've bred I'm writing lyrics on this paper from the blood that I've bled Maybe I'm too hard on myself to be in this world They're telling me that I'm doing fine, but what am I worth? It feels like nothing I'm short of perfect when I'm writing these words And I can't help but tell myself that I'm not worth your concerns But maybe I just beat myself up too much I hate myself and I complain about the world that I love And at this point I'm tryna get out of the hole that I dug But I don't have the strength to climb so I keep digging it up I take what you said into consideration that the mental state I'm in, it has it's complications I'm just stuck in this state of thinking about the hate And I'm depressed but at least I know that there's food on my plate, yeah I'm captured in my head, I'm laying in my bed I'm counting my sorrows and thinking what I said I'm falling apart, falling apart I'm captured in my head, I'm laying in my bed I'm counting my sorrows and thinking what I said I'm falling apart, falling apart I guess I'm all in my head, I made myself a better person but I have my regrets I started treating people better but this ain't what was meant to happen I got cocky yeah I thought I was heaven-sent, yeah I pondered thoughts, I don't know how to recapture the feeling I had When I was kid, when I had a grin When I had a purpose and how 'bout when I was different? I feel the same as everyone else how I'm writing my sins, right? But I guess I'm all in my head about the past I'm praying that I make it out of this debt Of hurting people when I'm tryna make a better effect To make a positive accomplishment that I haven't met Happiness doesn't feel real when the pills are what's causing it And the joy isn't brought, without the popping narcotics And God I hope that you're real, cause I just feel like you're not But when I think about that I'm afraid when all breathing stops And God I'm captured in my head, I'm laying in my bed I'm counting my sorrows and thinking what I said I'm falling apart, falling apart I'm captured in my head, I'm laying in my bed I'm counting my sorrows and thinking what I said I'm falling apart, falling apart