I know just where to cut, I never really was One to refrain from drawing blood Typically my own, in ways that don't quite show Surrounded by love, yet alone I'm afraid, that all I am is fake Pretending I'm not out of place or burning with self-hate Forever missing yesterday but can never stay Present, drift away Allow myself to rust, my heart collecting dust My mind keeps repeating "you're not enough" It has me by the throat, a death grip stranglehold I fear it's the last thing I'll know I'm afraid, that all I am is fake Pretending I'm not out of place or burning with self-hate Forever missing yesterday but can never stay Present, drift away Is there a hole inside my brain Pulling every thought into a negative space? A gravity I can't escape Weighted my head to a pillow for days But I still won't say I'm afraid, that all I am is fake Pretending I'm not out of place or burning with self-hate Forever missing yesterday but can never stay Present, drift away