I Am A Story Backwards Told

I am bothered with my soul, I am walking beside my shoes
Your questions pull and drag, a future which seduces
- Don't let me breath
I am selling joy to pain to convince that I am alive
I am feeding my own screams with my thoughts so stupidly
- Complaining with fear

In trouble with my soul, I am a story backwards told

I want to laugh at everything but there are no laughter's left
I wave myself through the day and I shout in empty rooms
- Who made these rules?

In trouble with my soul, I am a story backwards told.