Finger Eleven

Slow sinkingfeeling kills the mood you're conveying
and it pulls me far down below
it might be best if you go
can it not wait and hope for the best
will it not stop a while to rest
i need to get up never mind cause i've done enough
the world waits around
but i keep slipping and losing ground
do i not try so hard so good
i can't keep changing just because you think i should
said all i need to and you don't understand still
wish you saw picture my mind's eyes are deep
and they're cynical
one taken four more kills the pain healing that sore