I hate my voice my skin and my mind it's like there's always a fight between the things I think and I feel when I know that sometimes the words that come out of my mouth they just aren't right I want to start new again the wool is over my eyes i'm in denial, i'm in denial and I feel fine for the first time in such a long time it feels good to be alive I think i'm ready to try from good to bad to worse to dead you can cut my throat or break my hands right now is all that I have left it's all that I have