Irónica Paradoja.

I am restless, and I keep trembling. Everyone watch me as I descend into a feeling that's overwhelming me. I finally stopped, stopped making sense. I can't stop talking to myself, I'm a desperate, cry for help. Run, don't walk, the sky is falling through. Don't talk, tonight I'm so confused. I'm lost, I'm lost with you. I don't care where we are, or where we're heading to. But I know I'm lost, I'm lost with you, with you. Your mouth keeps moving but I've lost focus now. Clock keeps ticking, time's running out. Where we're heading there's no heading back.