Torn & Frayed

I'm afraid I've climbed aboard a sinking ship

You'll see right through my big facade that I'm a boring piece of shit

And underneath my skin, there's nothing more

I'm a hole of a shell of who I was before

I'm terrified this ripped and fraying parachute

Will only keep us both afloat for another minute or two

So if you're open to advice, until you find somebody new

Because upon first glance, I might seem like a pretty alright dude

But inside my skull, there's nothing else

A few inside jokes, and some damaged hells

I swear I swear I swear that I don't hate myself

I'm just so goddamn self aware it affects my mental health

And inside my chest, there's nothing left

I'm a hell of a lot more numb than you would expect

I wish that I could forget everything you said

But it's been swirling around and around for years inside my head

I'm afraid

I'm torn and frayed

I'm afraid

I'm torn and frayed

I'm afraid

I'm torn and frayed

I'm afraid

I'm torn and frayed