Entry Log

These cuts on my wrist, they ripe, I swear 'Cause they sometimes make me better Dying just to see you Guess I'm tired of writing letters to you Can't express myself I always choke on my own words Can't explain what's going on All I know is that it hurts I can't do this no more without you Baby, you're my rose without you Regret, all I've cared and loved you I've thought that I've grown, now I get it Lost the only thing I've loved Completely was my fault Myself I can't keep safe You know it's all my fault Because you didn't have a say in it I fuck everything up But I'm just so tired of saying it Hearing me, you'd be disappointed But I can't sing to no one else And I swear I'm just so tired That I might just kill myself Too many thoughts up in my head Swear that no one understands But there's no point, don't listen Now you've seen the cause And it fled to my skin Nervous, hate feeling like this (uh) People saying this is a phase 15, but do I know that Oh, do you? Clearly the expression of my face My friends won't tell me that, "It's okay" My wrist tells me that it's all my fault Might kill my friends a dickhead, egotistical Act like a know-it-all Pain, I know enough I just wanna fade away Sometimes feels like this life is a game I don't wanna play What's that in my head again My ultimatums made up Stuck inside my bed again I wanna pick them, but I can't anymore (I so far keep questioning) (It's just been so dark) (I got people on my side, but for a while I've been done) And it might sound cliché But for a while I've been numb to it Maybe she likes me Maybe she's toying with me Falling in love Is a tricky one for me Might trust you But I don't wanna get fucked up You heard all my secrets I like your responses So I wanna see this The pressure feels awful Text you and delete it Is it rainy outside? I'll give you my jacket in case you need it She won't hear this I'm getting bored of this Move on to better things (Move on to better things) My best friends always end up Becoming my worst enemies (Move on to better things)