All this pain and I'm taking it in
Like the blades to my skin cause I hate how I live
Burning these bridges and breaking my neck
I was racing the things that were caging me in
Dead on the streets
Passed out on the floor
The ending of this is the start of a war between me and myself
Neither of which doing well
The pressure to be in a literal sense
Cause currently I am just waiting for death
I'm missing the people that wished me the best
Cause I messed up with them and I live with regret
I've been dropping the clues
I'm furthest from death when I'm locked in the booth
A pen and a pad, I'm alone in this room
I speak into the mic like I'm talking to you