There's some things I can relate to Some things that I can't Trying to write about something else than death and pills, but I can't Been back on those for about two years, wanna put them down, but I can't Pen hits paper, same shit pours from the heart And it's like I'm writing in circles, living in circles, circling back to the start I'm back to square one, Now, I'm in that place I can't imagine living and I can't see nothing but dark For me, it's real though, For you, it's art Play me a tiny violin and watch me fall apart There's nothing that I haven't already said Always making it about myself Another sad song about me and my head Poor me, Give me sympathy Again and again, and again, and I cannot stand it This feeling like I really wanna end it Just another day in my life Trapped in this self-made web of lies My childhood was a shitshow So what? But it is what it is And I've done bare bitches dirty That's something I need to admit I can say that I'm only human But that was me No one else Nobody else put coke in my nose and acted shit That was me Wish I never fucked that bird, but I did it Wish I never said that word, but I did it Wish I never put my faith in the world to forget and to be forgiving 'cause it isn't My mistakes, my prison My karma, my decisions My queue in life to shut my mouth, sit down and listen If I could turn back time, then I would Unbreak them hearts I broke, then I would I'd take away the pain that I've caused, if I could, if I could Think I say these messed-up things just to say it? Talking 'bout nooses 'cause it's hype, for the playlist? This is how I really fucking fee on the daily Death, come and take me Death, come and take me There's nothing that I haven't already said Always making it about myself Another sad song about me and my head Poor me, Give me sympathy Again and again, and again, and I cannot stand it This feeling like I really wanna end it Just another day in my life Trapped in this self-made web of lies I'm at the checkout with helium cans Two meters of tube and a polythene bag Bottle of spray paint, a pen and a pad Hand full of cash meant for my dad That's how it feels to be at the edge Hoping for life, praying for death Wish I could start again I'm sorry for the scars I've left Wish I could start again I'm sorry for the scars I've left Wish I could start again I'm sorry for the scars I've left Wish I could start again Wish I could start again