<Coping Mechanism>

Fun fact, I'm so, so sick of myself My mind's a breeding ground for un-health The walls are talkin' and the voices in my head (They're screamin' out loud) Fun fact, some days, I just cry on the couch Put my whole life away on a shelf I try to feel something, that's why I break everything (I'm screamin' out loud) Against the thought of who I'd be if you were me And I, I just wanna die (Ain't that a fun fact?) I've wasted so much time Hating myself for trying Accepting that this fate is our demise Hating myself for lying Knew my cards were dealt Had your eyes locked on someone else No, you couldn't help it Or could you? Fun fact, I really wanna fuckin' make you cry It just isn't right, so enticing just like you Mastermindin' every fight Rivers flowin' from my eyes No emotion from your side Fun fact, I'm the worst, it's true Fun fact, I learned it all from you I need a coping mechanism now, every night I've wasted so much time Hating myself for trying Accepting that this fate is our demise Hating myself for lying Knew my cards were dealt Had your eyes locked on someone else No, you couldn't help it Or could you? You couldn't help it No, you couldn't help it No, you couldn't help it, no Or could you?