Tooth Grinder-Animosity

Tooth Grinder Animosity I wish I could pull this off me, The weight is dragging me down and it's getting exhausting. Frozen in time but the clock keeps ticking. I fear to look at my life and see that there is something I'm missing. Each day, I lay awake. Empty inside looking for the next break. I am seeing and I am breathing But I am looking for a goddamn reason. As my jaw proceeds to separate off of my skull, I wonder how to dig myself out of this hole. I try so hard, But I just can't win. But here we go again. The weeks pile up and I'm ascending downward, Always looking for a plan for the next few hours. I lock it all in and I shut myself up. This is not normal, this is not me. Isolated and alienated, My foundation has been decimated. Forlon and f**king war torn. Problems of the world leave my face with a bitter scorn. Please return my carnium. And no has one f**king word to say To elaborate on how everything is going to be OK. Grief, despair, anger, animosity. I feel hollow, but filled up with sorrow, But I keep my head up for a better tomorrow. Grinding my teeth down flat. Morning comes along and my incisors are gone. Lift the curse off of my face. Relieve me of my burden, So I can know my own name. Take a deep breath and blow away the storming rain. I want to reassume my body. I want you to recognize my face. If I could turn back time to a better day, Then maybe I would stop grinding my teeth.