There's some things I can relate to, some things that I can't

Trying to write about something else but death and pills but I can't

Been back on those for about two years, wanna put them down but I can't

Pen hits paper, same shit pours from the heart

And it's like I'm

Writing in circles, living in cycles, circling back to the start

Back to square one, now I'm in that place

I can't imagine living and I can't see nothing but dark

For me, it's real though, for you, it's art

Play me a tiny violin and watch me fall apart

There's nothing that I haven't already said

Always making it about myself

Another sad song about me and my head

Poor me, give me sympathy

Again and again and again, and I cannot stand it (Stand it)

This feeling like I really wanna end it (End it)

Just another day in my life

Trapped in this self-made web of lies

My childhood was a shitshow, so what?

But it is what it is

And I've done bare bitches dirty

That's something I need to admit

I can say that I'm only human

But that was me

Nobody else put coke in my nose and acted shit, that was me

Wish I never fucked that bird (But I did it)

Wish I never said that word (But I did it)

Wish I never put my faith in the world to forget and to be forgiving 'cause it isn't

My mistakes, my prison

My karma, my decisions

My cue in life to shut my mouth, sit down and listen

If I could turn back time then I would

Unbreak them hearts I broke then I would

I'd take away the pain that I've caused, if I could, if I could

Look, look, what

Think I say these messed up things just to say it?

Talking 'bout nooses 'cause it's hype for the playlist?

This is how I really fucking feel on the daily

Death, come and take me

Death, come and take me

There's nothing that I haven't already said

Always making it about myself

Another sad song about me and my head

Poor me, give me sympathy

Again and again and again, and I cannot stand it (Stand it)

This feeling like I really wanna end it (End it)

Just another day in my life

Trapped in this self-made web of lies

I'm at the checkout with helium cans

Two meters of tube and a polythene bag

Bottle of spray paint, a pen and a pad

Hand full of cash meant for my dad

That's how it feels to be at the edge

Hoping for life, praying for death

Wish I could start again

Wish I could start again