Will I hate tomorrow
   will I hate what I can't see
   I'm doubting should I walk
   around it
   try to be what I can't be
   I'm dying
  
   I'm not happy anymore
   I'm just not happy anymore
   I'm drownin'
  
   suppose you painted the
   caste of Auvers
   but everything you did
   came alive
   and if you painted all
   these things just to
   please me
   and if you could read my mind my
   mind
  
   I would never be happy
   what will change tomorrow
   in this sea within a sea
   I'm blinded
  
   how long will I be down
   here
   I'm out of air
   I can not breath
   I'm drownin'