I’m fighting and I’m losing,
trying my hardest to be strong.
I’m falling and I’m failing,
being proven that I’m wrong.

I’m screaming and I’m choking,
falling to my knees and crying.
I’m lying and I’m pretending,
but deep down I know I’m dying.

I’m running and I’m frightened,
I have already lost the fight.
I’m slowing and I’m stopping,
giving it the greatest delight.