State of Affairs

I'm not who I am
Everything's different
Before is then, now is too

Always on the brink
Of a self extinction
Fighting for air in more ways than one
Just wish air would stop
Leave my lungs alone

Manic, insane
All the same game
Infested my body, merely observing
No control when you're outside looking in

Trauma we never know
Never seem to care
Talk is cheap
Life is cheaper
Nothing's free
Especially not me