Oh my god, Becky's here, is her high horse she rode clear, blow her off for a day, she is unaware she's drowning, tear the skin away, the ego starts to fray

But everything's a struggle for Becky, so much so she tells me that she can't breathe, but she would rather die, then be alone at night, the shadows tell her lies in the darkness, but you won't let out your secret.

She believes all the Hazardous lies that she spreads, the voice she trusts, takes residence inside her head, so when you push the past away, you won't make it out alone, she won't make it on her own.

Say it, it will be ok