There's some things I can relate to
Some things that I can't
Trying to write about something else than death and pills, but I can't
Been back on those for about two years, wanna put them down, but I can't
Pen hits paper, same shit pours from the heart
And it's like I'm writing in circles, living in circles, circling back to the start
I'm back to square one, Now, I'm in that place
I can't imagine living and I can't see nothing but dark
For me, it's real though, For you, it's art
Play me a tiny violin and watch me fall apart
There's nothing that I haven't already said
Always making it about myself
Another sad song about me and my head
Poor me, Give me sympathy
Again and again, and again, and I cannot stand it
This feeling like I really wanna end it
Just another day in my life
Trapped in this self-made web of lies
My childhood was a shitshow
So what?
But it is what it is
And I've done bare bitches dirty
That's something I need to admit
I can say that I'm only human
But that was me
No one else
Nobody else put coke in my nose and acted shit
That was me
Wish I never fucked that bird, but I did it
Wish I never said that word, but I did it
Wish I never put my faith in the world to forget and to be forgiving 'cause it isn't
My mistakes, my prison
My karma, my decisions
My queue in life to shut my mouth, sit down and listen
If I could turn back time, then I would
Unbreak them hearts I broke, then I would
I'd take away the pain that I've caused, if I could, if I could
Think I say these messed-up things just to say it?
Talking 'bout nooses 'cause it's hype, for the playlist?
This is how I really fucking fee on the daily
Death, come and take me
Death, come and take me
There's nothing that I haven't already said
Always making it about myself
Another sad song about me and my head
Poor me, Give me sympathy
Again and again, and again, and I cannot stand it
This feeling like I really wanna end it
Just another day in my life
Trapped in this self-made web of lies
I'm at the checkout with helium cans
Two meters of tube and a polythene bag
Bottle of spray paint, a pen and a pad
Hand full of cash meant for my dad
That's how it feels to be at the edge
Hoping for life, praying for death
Wish I could start again
I'm sorry for the scars I've left
Wish I could start again
I'm sorry for the scars I've left
Wish I could start again
I'm sorry for the scars I've left
Wish I could start again
Wish I could start again
