It's nothing I can explain to someone who didn't experience it

It's all I can feel for someone feeling it too

All I can do is nothing but explain

So here I am explaining

That I'm stuck in stasis and I'm tired

It's what happens to me

What happens to me

It's what happens to me

What happens to me

I remember all those days masking every minute

Proactively wrestling the diff realities imposed by you on me

These are happening again

But in my mind in a transparent football field

Where even the judge is not sure what is the game

It's what happens to me

What happens to me

It's what happens to me

What happens to me

I remember walking the streets for hours

Sometimes into the night

Oh how I liked those benches each had its own story and scene

And a story of me arriving to him

Settled down and relaxed for some time

So that point there is where I am now

But in safety of my own territory but it's still so hard

It's the first time I can feel safe, but I don't

It's what happens to me

What happens to me

It's what happens to me

What happens to me

What happens, what happens, what happens, what happens

Now I go by P.T.E, just ANON PTE

It's the first time I can feel safe, but I don't

It's what happens to me

What happens to me

It's what happens to me

What happens to me

So here I am explaining that I'm stuck in stasis and I'm tired

It's what happens to me

What happens to me

It's what happens to me

What happens to me