歌词
These slits on my wrists represent how I seem to cope with the truth
The fact you still love me but I don’t think that I still love you
Tiny men gamble in my brain decay
Carving out sins and doubt, blood on display
Now I sit and wait
Everything I love disintegrates
Loneliness is my sweet escape
Please oh god please go away
I think that I’m going crazy
So peaceful, so dormant, my resting place
Tile floor, wood rot door, my sweet escape
Written by: Bummer
