and if i make it through the week you’re still fucking dead to me i know its been some time but i wish to never speak its haunting in my brain but i think I’m fine now im ok its like i always said before I’m going on and through the pain playing back the sounds of cutting myself down ill rooted matter on tarnished ground but don’t worry I’m leaving now give us all the break we need from a fucking piece of shit like me
and ill always be nothing but that doesn’t bother me feeling sorry isn’t helping but feeling sad gives me relief