cut my wrists
started to bleed
the sun won't shine
for people like me

everyday the same
i find it hard to care
when there's nothing in my way
there's nothing left to break

wishing i missed you
but i don't feel a thing
sometimes i don't really
think that i'm here

floating like a god
like a motherfucking spirit
i got all these fucked up thoughts
and nobody wants to hear it

and maybe i don't want to feel it
so i play video games all day
'til i pass out, wish i passed away
but everything stays the same

the same

it keeps going on and on and on
when will this shit end for real
i don't even cry anymore
i've forgotten how to feel

crawling like a centipede
the ground became my best friend
i like it down here
where i've accepted everything ends

get away from me
i'm unstable, unhinged
i don't want no conversations
i don't want to pretend