This Feeling

This feeling... It keeps my eyes open in the dark, It forces my mind into a race with time. It backs my soul into a corner, It tears my pouring heart to shreds. This feeling... It slowly closes in on me, like bullies after school, until every puff of breath is seized... It smokes my soul like a cigarette. It smokes my soul like a cigarette. There's only one drag left, how much more can I really take? Only one drag left until only ashes remain... ashes remain... Only ashes remain.