Lock it up and try to suffocate these feelings
As another page gets filled with fake poetic grieving
I try so hard to bleed for you but nothing's left of me
And soon enough you'll come to know what I am really
A fractured fake, a f*cking fraud
And I am empty
Through the years I've come to show
That I know how to be alone
It's not a choice, but a part of me that I can't seem to change
But I guess that's who I am, someone that's just deranged
Away it goes: another waste of such potential
I wish I cared but I don't feel so sentimental
I've seen it all, I've watched it fall
Now I am vacant
Through the years I've come to show
That I know how to be alone
It's not a choice, but a part of me that I can't seem to change
But I guess that's who I am, someone that's just deranged
I never wanted to be so isolated
Yet somehow I feel free
I've become obsessed with what I have
I'm at peace with my solitude and there's no turning back
Through the years I've come to show
That I know how to be alone
It's not a choice, but a part of me that I can't seem to change
But I guess that's who I am, someone that's just deranged