Loud Regret

Noisy noise, brain drowning in Static voices pounding on my head uncontrollable panic. Feeling manic; no air to breath, no sleep. eyes glazed all dead inside, need to shrivel up and weep. Reached dead end, are we friends? Do I even relate To anything you say? The act you play you demonstrate we do not coordinate. I'm fed up-drowning in this mess up, lets rewind the clock and shut this down I spy the game you spun and it seems like none of us have won.