Suffering

Head above water but I'd rather be sedated and under
 We both have things in common
 Your days are numbered but my patience is limited
 And this would all be different, if it were up to a missed diagnosis
 Dust won't collect itself and if you're going to drag me down
 I'll look somewhere else for stability
 Once you're gone I'll be gone too
 Bite the broken hand that feeds
 When you're gone what will I hold on to?
 Please get over it
 I know you're suffering over stay your fucking welcome
 Bite the broken hand that feeds (I take it back)
 What will I look up to?
 Are you ashamed of what you've done
 When all that's left is my shoulder pain
 I felt the weight of the world come crashing down
 When all that's left is a gain
 When you're gone what will I hold on to?
 Please get over it
 I know you're suffering over stay your fucking welcome
 Bite the broken hand that feeds (I take it back)
 What Will I look up to?
 You've always had a way out but you've settled right
 In a line behind depth and deeper than shallow