Doubts

I just want to dround them out, but they always just keep screaming loud at me, feels like I've been here before, but the bell doesn't seem to ring, questions now about those doubts, can't figure out where I should even be, but the clock strikes more, another hour down the drain, another victim of what's going on inside my head, whispering all the things you should never ever think, how long has this album been stuck on repeat, and I still want to bother now with what's real and what's fake but the whispers out keep carrying on and I don't know how much more I can take