Sometimes I'm too nice
Other times I'm so mean
You can find me stuck in between
Either side of these two extremes
Lose myself to this
Lose myself to that
Lost my best friend
And I lost my dad
Lost the only girl I ever truly loved
But I don't want her back
Just want the old me
So it seems
I can't get my mind on track
So caught up in what I lack
And I'm so sick of it
Heading straight into a dead end
With a wrist slit, arm hanging off my bed end
Blood dripping down to hell, where I belong
Death calling me, maybe we could get along
Heading straight into a dead end
With a wrist slit, arm hanging off my bed end
Blood dripping down to hell, where I belong
Death calling me, maybe we could get along