Help me in here, said the masochist

From his cold heart, crumbling like an avalanche

Reachin' out for assistance, but the distance

Between him and any help's a hell of a miss

That's the result of them burned bridges

Now he's sittin' there alone, hopin' they miss him

But they ain't know that he knows

'Cause he phoned him a long time ago and he ain't called back

Now he a lone wolf again, with no home and no friends

Barely making ends meet

Try to put his pride to the side, but it's too late

'Cause they don't even wanna fucking bother him

See, I'm a prisoner, imprisoned in this cell

That I built for myself

I'm a dead man lying in the grave that I dug

So I'm late, boy, I need a nap

And as I muster up the courage to endure another day

Spittin' hurtfully, alone

I'm learning how I went from having everything I ever wanted

To a lifetime of sorrow

See, it's an ongoing cycle of self-destruction till I self-implode

I'm so selfish and helpless, trapped in myself with no self-control

Said, as I muster up the courage to endure another day

Spittin' hurtfully, alone

I do my best to break out of this coffin

I built that entraps my soul