Quicksand - Finger Eleven

slow sinking feeling 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