Matter what I do no one ever gives a f*ck
Could be dying on the ground and begging for help
These days I just stick to myself
Cut everyone off but myself !
Didn't let'em know I move in stealth
Put my dependencies on the shelf
When I'm with you all my habbits die hard
I've been losing focus on myself
Matter what I do no one ever gives a f*ck
Could be dying on the ground and begging for help
Honestly it aint all too bad
At least the pool of blood's been keeping me warm
Use to cry but not anymore
So beyond broke and torn
Can't remember what it feels like not to want to f*cking die.