What the f*ck happened to you?
What's hidden under such small wounds?
Your father's bi-polar disorder?
Your mother's religious crusade? "You'll be perfect one day"?
The cuts on your arms, the pills that you take, anxiety and stress, you bend until you break
The screaming in your ear, the bugs on your skin
You're wavering, but you have to sink to swim
You're wavering, until you'd rather sink than swim
But we're all damaged, we're all f*cked, and we will never get enough
Reluctantly walking through life, you grab one of your father's guns
I'll use my knife, or, there's a bridge just outside of town and it's a long way down