my own weapon

I'm not content with who I've been

I won't stop until I win

I've grown so tired of these fake friends

I won't let this town take me again

I've grown so numb to attention

Get to the point or walk the other direction

I'm no longer scared of my reflection

I turned this curse into my own weapon

I've spent so much time on this

I've wasted months thinking of how to get through it

I think one day I'll get up and do it

But I treat my bed like a grave and avoid being human