Breathing, waiting
I can't help myself
You tell me, wouldn't you want this? Winning
I'm tired of myself I see nothing but losing and failure devouring my self esteem
Seems quite likely hatred and regret paints across my shame
I've had it but I
Lost it, can't take it
I'm busted, I'm wasted
Can't feel myself, can't feel myself
Lost it, can't take it
I'm busted, I'm wasted
Can't feel myself, can't feel myself
Lost it, can't take it
I'm busted, I'm wasted
Can't feel myself, can't feel myself
Lost it, can't take it
I'm busted, I'm wasted
Can't feel myself, can't feel myself