Quicksand - 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

i’ve taken what’s left i took it all

and now you won’t let me forget

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

stop you’re talking down

i lack the strength to sit or stand

i lost my self confidence in the quicksand

not now or ever

sink slowly my treasure