On the verge of a nervous breakdown

I stay awake all day and night,

Insomnia takes me over

There's a hunger which kills me inside.


On the verge of a nervous breakdown

I climb the stairs towards my heavenly father,

With a tear in her eyes a woman starts to shout

My hands dig into dirt to cover my mouth.


On the verge of a nervous breakdown

We all start to think of death just like hungry babies

stretching their hands to their mother's breasts

ask to drink the milk of a fake eternity bless.


Too long awake as I walk between these walls,

Too long thinking of meanings of life as it goes

I hear myself fainting inside,

I'm a woman in her thirties on the verge of a nervous breakdown.